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Her climax hits hard.

Her nails rake down my back, thighs shaking as she clamps down around me again.

I fuck her through it.

Her body jerks with every thrust, but she doesn’t push me away. She pulls me deeper, greedy for it, wrecked by it, sobbing my name.

She’s perfect like this.

Completely undone.

She’s shaking under me, hair stuck to her temples, skin flushed. I slow just enough to slide my hands under her thighsand shift her. She doesn’t resist when I flip her onto her stomach.

I grip her hips and pull her up onto her knees, leaving her chest flush to the mattress. Her ass tilts up, legs spread wide, pussy glistening as it throbs and clenches, still wet and swollen from her orgasm. I line up and press back inside her, gritting my teeth as her body stretches to take me again.

She lets out a ragged sound.

“Good girl,” I growl, thrusting deeper. “You take me so damn well.”

Her fingers claw at the bedding.

I set a brutal pace.

Every thrust is deep and rough, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room. Her ass bounces with every stroke. I grab a handful of it, squeezing hard enough to leave marks, and pull her back into me. She chokes on a moan and collapses lower, but I catch her by the waist and keep going.

“You wanted it harder,” I say. “So you’re gonna take every inch.”

“Yes,” she cries, voice muffled against the pillow. “Don’t stop.”

I lean over her back, hips still driving into her without pause. Her skin is hot beneath mine, slick with sweat. Her pussy’s so fucking tight, clenching around me like she can’t let go. I slide one hand up her back and flatten my palm between her shoulder blades, pinning her down as I grind in deeper.

I kiss her shoulder. Her neck. Her lips.

Then I shift my weight, press my chest flush to her back, and wrap one arm around the front of her throat. My other hand slips under her cheek and drags her face back toward mine until I can press my mouth to the edge of her lips.

She gasps again, softer this time.

“Taking me so good,” I whisper against her skin.

Her hips push back again, desperate for more, even as her body starts to tremble. I kiss her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. My hips don’t stop. I keep driving into her, as deep as I can go. She feels everything. Every inch. Every growl. Every filthy word I feed her.

“You love this, don’t you? You love being full of me. You love knowing you’re mine.”

“Yes.” Her voice is high and cracking. “I love it—I love it?—”

I wrap my hand tighter around her jaw, thumb dragging along her lips.

“You’re mine now,” I say. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

“Say it again.”

“I’m yours, Boone. Fuck—please?—”

She starts to come apart again, and I know she’s close. My hand curves around her chin, fingers spread wide across her throat, and my face stays pressed to hers as I whisper, “Come for me again. I want to feel it.”

She says something I don’t expect—barely loud enough to hear. But I do.