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His mouth.His hands.The way he held me like I belonged there.Like I’d always belonged there.

He ground against me, hard and relentless.Every move made me gasp and ache.

“I’ve wanted this,” he rasped, with his forehead pressed to mine.“Since the second you walked into my life.I’ve fucking wanted this.”

“Then take it,” I whispered, with my nails digging into his shoulders.“Take me.”

His growl was low and feral.

And then he did.

The first thrust stole my breath.

Hot.Hard.Deep.

My cry echoed in the small room.My hands clawed at his back as he filled me.

Stretched me.

Claimed me in the only way that mattered.

“Mine,” he growled, the word punctuated with a sharp snap of his hips.“You’re mine.”

“Yes,” I gasped.“Yours.”

He kissed me again, messy and bruising.

The world narrowed to just us.His body pounded into mine while my nails scraped down his skin.Our breath tangled.

It wasn’t sweet.It wasn’t gentle.

It was raw.It was brutal.It was everything we’d been holding back exploded all at once.

And it was perfect.

When my orgasm finally tore through me, I cried out.My body clenched tight around him, and it felt like I was flying.

He followed with a roar as his hips drove hard, and his body shuddered as he buried himself deep.His claim sealed in every ragged thrust.

For a long moment, we just clung to each other.Sweat-slick and shaking, while our breaths were ragged, and our bodies still joined.

Then he pressed his forehead to mine.His voice was rough, almost broken.

“There’s no going back now, Demi.”

I cupped his face and forced him to look at me.My own voice was steady even through the tremble of aftershocks.“I don’t want to.”

His eyes burned softer now.He kissed me again, slower this time, deeper, with a promise instead of a war.

And in that kiss, I knew the truth.

He wasn’t just claiming me for the club.

He was claiming me for himself.

And I was claiming him right back.

Chapter Twenty