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“Say it again,” she breathes. “Say my name again.”

“Ani.”

Her only answer is a quiet moan when I reach between us and stroke her. She’s wet—so fucking wet.

I drag my fingers through the slick heat and circle her clit. Her hips jerk, thighs tightening around me. I keep the pace steady, watching every twitch of her body. She’s trying to stay quiet.

I don’t want her to hold anything back.

I slide two fingers inside her. Her body resists for a second, then yields. She gasps, then moans. I curl my fingers just enough to make her feel it. She does. Ani whimpers and clings to me, rocking into the rhythm I set.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” I whisper. “Just like that.”

She twists her hands in the sheets and says my name between clenched teeth. When she comes, it hits her all at once. Her hips lift. Her mouth opens wide. Her pussy clenches so tight around my fingers I can barely move. I ease her through it, pressing soft kisses to her mouth.

As the tremors start to fade, she opens her eyes and locks them on mine.

“Boone,” she says, voice shaking. “Please.”

I know what she wants.

I grab a condom from the drawer and roll it on. Reaching down to line myself up, I rub the head of my cock through her folds, letting her feel it. Letting myself feel it. Her body’s still pulsing, still wet and open and ready. When I press forward, her breath catches. I go slow, inch by inch, until I’m fully inside her.

Her head falls back against the pillow.

“Okay?” I ask, bracing myself on my elbows, holding still to let her adjust.

She nods quickly. “I want more.”

I start to move.

Each stroke is careful, deep but not too rough. I watch her closely—how she breathes, how her face changes, how her legs tighten around my hips. She takes every inch like she was made for me.

Her fingernails dig into my back.

“Harder,” she whispers.

I freeze.

Her eyes are glassy and her cheeks are flushed red. There’s no hesitation in her voice. Just need. She knows exactly what she’s asking for.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“And I don’t want you to hold back. Harder. Please, Boone—I can take it.”

I draw back and thrust deep. The slap of skin echoes through the room. She gasps, then moans louder when I do it again. I grip her jaw with one hand, tilting her head just enough to hold her eyes on mine. Her lips fall open. Her breath comes in broken pieces.

“Keep looking at me,” I say. “Don’t you dare look away.”

She doesn’t.

Even as I pound into her harder, she keeps her gaze locked on mine. Her body rocks with every thrust. Her breasts bounce with the motion. Her legs wrap tighter, like she’s trying to keep me inside her forever.

“You feel that?” I growl. “That’s mine now.”

“Yes,” she gasps. “I want it.”

I don’t want this over too fast. I want to feel every damn second. I want her to remember this—how I took her apart, how I gave her exactly what she’s been begging for.