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Just the high of what we wrecked together.

Finally, she whispers,

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

I chuckle against her mouth, still catching my breath.

“Is it that obvious?”

I let my thumb trace her jaw, then lower, right where I’ve kissed her raw.

“Where I’m from, we don’t fuck nice. We claim.”

She exhales low and sweet against my chest, like she’s still humming with the aftershocks.

The room’s cooled, but I’m still on fire— every nerve lit up, skin oversensitive and aching in the best fucking way.

“You feel that?” I murmur, still inside her, barely able to move.

“That’s my body tapping out.”

She laughs—winded, wrecked.

“You sound surprised.”

“I am.”

I kiss her temple, slow and deep.

“Didn’t think anyone could knock me flat like that.”

I look down at her—flushed, glowing, fucking lethal.

“Gotta be honest, sweetheart. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you came here to destroy me.”

She giggles.

And it does something fucked to me.

My lips find hers again, slow and hungry.

“You laughing at me, sweetheart?”

I rasp, grinning into the kiss.

She shakes her head, all innocent eyes and glowing skin, but that smile is pure sin.

And fuck, it makes me want to rip the mystery right off her face.

Who the hell is she?

This nameless girl who fucked me like she’s known me in every life before this.

I don’t do the whole connection thing.

Relationships? Feelings? No fucking thank you.

But something about being buried inside her, hearing those moans—