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“Use me.”

My whole body goes still.

“What?”

“I don’t want to think,” she says. “I just want you to use me.”

She needs me to distract her. And,fuck, do I want to give it to her. But there’s one problem.

“There aren’t any condoms here.”

She meets my eyes again, not flinching this time.

“I don’t care.”

That does it. Whatever restraint I thought I had left starts to slip.

She’s asking for me to take control. To show her she’s mine.

And she’s about to get what she wants.

I rise to my feet slowly. Her eyes watch me. She’s giving me everything in that look—her grief, her panic, her absolute fucking surrender.

“Stand up,” I say.

She does.

“Strip.”

She reaches for the hem of her shirt without hesitating. She lifts the fabric, revealing the curve of her waist, the soft slope ofher breasts. When the shirt hits the floor, her hands move to the waistband of her leggings. She peels them down along with her panties, inch by inch. Then she steps out of both. The way she looks at me…it fucking does me in.

My cock is already straining against my pants. I palm it through my jeans but keep my eyes on her. She waits for my next command.

“Lie down.”

She moves to the bed without a word. I strip fast—shirt, jeans, everything off in seconds. Then I’m climbing over her, bracing myself above her with one hand pressed into the mattress beside her head.

“You don’t get to disappear,” I say. “You stay here with me. You feel every inch of this. You understand?”

She nods without hesitation.

I grip her face–not rough, but firm enough to get her attention.

“Say it.”

“I understand.”

“Good girl.”

I don’t waste another second. I grab both her wrists and pin them above her head. Her back arches, breasts rising with every shaky breath, and when I lean down to suck one into my mouth, she gasps.

“Keep your hands there,” I say.

I release her wrists, testing her. She doesn’t move them. I kiss a line down her stomach, then slide my hands under her thighs and push them wide. She’s already wet—slick, swollen, fucking perfect.

I drag my cock through her folds, coating myself in her arousal. I press the tip just inside and pause.

“No condom,” I murmur.