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I don't want him to.

I roll my hips, urging him to move, to give me everything.

He curses, pulling back, then thrusting again, slow and deep, making me feel every inch of him.

I moan, my head falling back, my hands clutching at his arms, his shoulders, anything to ground myself.

He leans in, capturing my lips in a slow, drugging kiss as he moves inside me, his body pressing me into the mattress, his heat sinking into my bones.

I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him to me, losing myself in him.

It's so different from before.

Slower.

Deeper.

More.

Like he's trying to brand me, to mark me, to make sure I never forget that I belong to him.

Like he's never letting me go.

Liam groans against my mouth, his rhythm faltering, his body shaking as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

I'm so close.

So fucking close.

And then…

He shifts, changing the angle, pushing deeper, hitting something devastating inside me.

I cry out, breaking apart around him, pleasure slamming through me, blinding, endless.

He follows, groaning my name, his entire body tensing as he spills into me, his lips brushing mine, whispering something I can't quite hear over the sound of my own heartbeat.

For a long moment, we just breathe.

I'm tangled in him and spent in the most delectable of ways.

Liam's warmth is still wrapped around me, his arm draped lazily over my waist, his breaths steady against the back of my neck. The room is dark except for the faint glow of the city filtering through the windows, the sheets tangled around our limbs.

For the first time in days—maybe weeks—I feel weightless. No looming threats. No fake arrangements. No Vanessa.

Just Liam.

I let my eyes drift shut, my fingers tracing absentminded patterns over his forearm. But then?—

Bang.

The door swings open.

Liam jolts awake immediately, his body tensing behind me as I gasp, yanking the sheets up.

And there, standing in the doorway like some kind of sleep-deprived gremlin, is Tyler.

Holding his laptop.