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He drew in a deep breath, his chest brushing hers, and then one large hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip so tightly, it made her gasp against his mouth.

He took over the kiss like it offended him that she had started it, groaning low in his throat as his tongue swept across hers.

Her body melted into his, relief flooding her, her arms tightening around his neck, her legs squeezing along his thighs.

“I’ve been waiting,” he murmured against her lips, “forever for you to stop being such a coward.”

“I’m not?—”

“Shut up,” he growled, dragging his mouth along her jaw, down the side of her throat. “You are. But I like you anyway. You’re a hot little coward.”

“And you’re a dick.” She winced at the whine in her own voice but then quickly forgot her shame as he bit at her pulse point, her core instinctively pressing against his hardness, trying to find friction.

He grunted, shifting his hips up into her. “ Fuck, Illy.”

Her head fell back, her fingers tangling in his silky, wavy hair. “Moses?—”

“Do you know how hard it is?” he panted, sliding his hand under her shirt, tugging her sports bra down until her breasts spilled from the top of it, “being around you every goddamn day and not touching you? Having no fucking idea when you were going to pull your head out of your ass and add me to your little harem?”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, completely breathless, overstimulated, her heart still beating far too fast. She wanted to make jokes like him, but all she had was regret that she hadn’t figured out how to bridge this distance earlier—and it warred with her frantic, almost terrified response to him, taunting that she couldn’t have even if she tried.

“You should be.” He bit her peaked nipple through the material of her shirt. “But you’re going to make it up to me, aren’t you?”

She nodded. He laughed.

“Don’t just nod,” he groaned. “Prove it. Ride.”

Her thighs clenched as she rocked against him, grinding down on the thick ridge of his cock through their clothes.

He felt painfully hard, protruding obscenely against the material of his pants, panting as he took hold of her hips and moved her faster, pressing her down harder, until her breath came in choppy gasps and her thighs were shaking.

He slid his hands beneath her shirt and yanked it over her head.

When he kissed her again, it was filthy, desperate, and so hungry, it stole every thought from her mind.

She should have realised that Moses would drive her wild in this, just as he did in everything else.

The building tension in her body had her scrambling to get his clothes off, but he only broke their kiss on a mocking laugh and caught her hands, two of his fingers hooking her wrist in a loose, shackling hold as he moved her hips again—mostly just with the pressure of his wrists as he still shackled her hands with his.

He forced her to grind hard against him, corralling her against her own edge and growling into her mouth as he pushed her over it.

He didn’t ease up on the pressure against her hips until she was shaking, her head rolling onto his shoulder, the aftershocks softening in her body.

They collapsed to the floor with a grunt—she wasn’t even sure who initiated it, but Moses was flipping them, pushing her down to her back and looming over her, pupils blown out, hair delightfully mussed, lips swollen.

He dragged her shorts and panties off, peeling them down her legs before whipping off his own shirt and unbuttoning his pants.

She watched, in a trance, as he drew out his length with a twisted wince, dragging his hand up and down the thick flesh as he surveyed her, eyes hungrily devouring her spilled out beneath him.

“You look pretty on the floor.” Those pouty lips of his twisted into a small sneer.

“I look prettier with you kissing me,” she said .

He hissed out a breath, crawling over her, his mouth crashing into hers, his body weighing her down.

It was hard to draw breath as he notched himself against her, dragging the tip of his erection through her wet warmth, groaning as her desire coated him.

There was no moment of hesitance or contemplation.

He moved like doing this with her was as easy and natural as breathing.

He pushed into her, deep and sure, and her entire body bowed beneath him.

“We have time to make up for,” he grated against her forehead, voice ragged.

She tipped up her face, kissing beneath his chin as he pressed her into the carpet, each drag of his cock inside her sending delicious tingles through her body.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she panted.

He pulled out enough to put his face above hers, his nose brushing hers in a gesture so tender she wanted to cry.

“I know,” he whispered, “Because wherever you go, I’ll follow.”

It should have been awkward. Moses Kane was staring deep into her eyes, his touch gentling as their breaths mingled, his length poised to spear into her again, his words carrying the sweetest promise.

This wasn’t them.

Except … maybe it was, because it wasn’t awkward at all .

“Fall in love later,” Moses suddenly ordered, nipping at her lips. “I’m busy right now.”

He drove back into her, ending the laugh that had escaped her and turning it into a surprised hiccup.

She was quickly lost to the stroke of him against her core, his strong hands dragging over her body, her thighs, her breasts.

He teased her nipples into sharp points and moulded every curve and dip of her body to the shape of his hands until the sensations were too much for her and she was tugging his hair as she exploded.

He bit her shoulder, and she could have sworn he swelled inside her, forcing her to feel every twitch and pulse of his release.

It lasted and lasted, until she felt no better than a boneless puddle, every ounce of tension wrought from her body.

He pressed his lips to her forehead and breathed, “I’m not going to be a soppy dickhead and ask if you’ll be my girlfriend, but just so you know … I love you. You’re mine.”

She bit down on her lip, heart stuttering with something that felt terrifyingly like joy. “So you’re not my boyfriend then?”

He snarled against her skin, gripping her hair and forcing her head back until he could glare directly into her eyes. “Does it feel like I’m your fucking boyfriend?”

He flexed his still-hard length inside her, and she arched with a breathy sound that was half-moan, half-laugh .

There was a beep by the door, before a staticky voice sounded through the intercom.

“Um, hello? We have the private recording room booked?—”

“Fuck off!” Moses shouted, possibly loud enough that they might hear him through the soundproofed room.

He pulled his hips back and thrust into her again, this time slower, deeper. His swollen lips brushed hers, his eyes darkening. “I’m not done with you yet, Sigma.”

She barely had time to catch her breath before he picked up his pace again.

Her breath caught, but it didn’t stop the full-body shiver that rolled over her.

Her body was already sore, already flushed—and still, the way he looked at her made her feel like prey caught in the jaws of something ancient and hungry.

It filled her with quivering, heart-stopping adrenaline.

“Turn over,” he ordered roughly, pulling back.

Her brows lifted. It was his first time. “Moses?—”

“Now.”

She bit her lip, warmth rushing between her legs all over again as she rolled onto her stomach.

The carpeted floor felt rough against her overly sensitised skin, but his hands were a strong balm.

They smoothed down her back, firm and possessive, gripping her hips and lifting them, adjusting her legs with a muttered, “Wider. You’re gonna come again,” he said as she obeyed.

“You’re gonna keep coming until you’re ruined for everyone else. ”

She whimpered, and he grunted out a satisfied sound before dragging her back onto him in one slow, deep slide. Her fingers clawed at the carpet. She could feel more of him like this. He was angled perfectly.

He leaned over her back, pressing her down with his weight, his voice a rasp in her ear. “Next time you think about how hard it is to seduce me,” he said, “remember how fucking well I took care of you.”

And then he stole her breath with deep, slow, and relentless thrusts, until she was panting his name, eyes glassy and mouth open against the floor.

He didn’t stop until she was limp, her throat ragged from trying not to scream.

She lost any ability to hold her body up and collapsed to the carpet, but he followed her, pressing his face into her neck as he shoved himself deep and released with a spill of warmth inside her, grunting her name softly.

They didn’t move for a while.

Somewhere in the studio, the low sound of their song replaying on a loop finally registered through the headphones they had abandoned, melancholy chords floating through the room. A ghost of what this space had been meant for. Something fake turned into something distressingly real.

The reality was swimming back to her, and with it, the persistent thought that she might damage the relationship between Theodore and Moses.

Although the bond told her something different, it was an irrational fear she had yet to succeed in quashing.

Moses’ breath slowed against her neck, and he gently lifted himself off her, picking her up and bundling her into his lap as he fell back onto his chair.

She reached up, curling her fingers through his hair again. She loved the silky tresses, and he leaned slightly into her touch, making her heart sing.

“That song deserved better,” she said distractedly, trying to divert him from her worry that he was sure to be sensing through the bond.

He grunted. “ I deserve better. You’re actually thinking about me and Theo fighting right now, aren’t you?”

“Will you?”

“No,” he promised, brushing his lips over hers softly. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Her smile was hesitant, and he traced it with his tongue, his erection stirring against her ass again.

“No.” She pulled away, giving him a horrified look. “How is that possible?”

Heat flushed up his neck. “Shut up. I’ve waited my whole life for this.”

“And we did it on the floor,” she wailed, covering her face. “I just Niko’d you.”

“Please don’t ever say that again.” He dragged her hands down from her face, chuckling. “I don’t need rose petals. I just needed to know you weren’t going to run away after. ”

“I’m still here—” She was interrupted when his lips fell to hers again, the kiss deepening for a moment. She pressed his chest gently as he pulsed beneath her. “But I absolutely will run away if you threaten me with that thing again today.”

“Are you sure?” he murmured, his lips skimming her jawline.

He seemed to be teasing her, but she shivered when his tongue laved a spot just below her ear.

He licked over the line of her tattoos, and then down, across her collarbone.

“Shit, sorry.” He pulled up, eyes a little unfocussed.

“Wasn’t trying to persuade you, was just teasing you. ”

“Shut up.” She pushed his hand between her thighs and watched as his eyes flared with sudden darkness as his pupils blew out, his lips peeling back with a low growl as his fingers teased against the fresh flood of her desire.

“You’re going to kill me,” he hissed between his teeth, the sound low and sharp.

Then he was standing. She yelped as he adjusted her in his arms, her legs scrambling to wrap around his waist as he crossed the tiny studio to crash her into the wall.

She gasped, her breath catching as the cool surface met her back. “You know you already grumpily told me I’m yours now, so?—”

“Grumpily?” he growled. “I was incredibly sweet and romantic?—”

“—so this isn’t going to be our last chance,” she panted. “You’re acting like we’ll go back to being friends after?—”

“Don’t even try.” He entered her suddenly, and whatever she’d been about to say melted into a moan. “We were never friends. My brother was your friend . This—” He ground himself deeply inside her. “—is what we were meant for.”

He quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, cutting off her loud moan.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured, pulling his head back to watch his dick tunnel in and out of her. “Still dripping for me. You think I’m not going to do something about that?”

Ten minutes later, she was biting down on his shoulder to stop from screaming, her thighs trembling as he pounded her into the wall with the kind of possessive hunger that she felt all the way to her bones.

He held himself deep as she came, whispering brokenly in her ear that she was massaging the come out of him again.

They collapsed onto the floor, tangled and sweaty and gasping.

The beep came again, followed by a hesitant voice through the intercom.

“Sorry—um, we have this studio booked?—?”

Isobel chuckled, shoving her face into Moses’ chest.

“Fuck off!” he bellowed, not bothering to move.

She sighed into his skin, barely managing a breath. “You’re such an ass. ”

“You love it.”

Silence settled again. But it wasn’t the uncomfortable kind. It was quiet in that small, sweet way of fragile emotions testing the air for the first time.

“I do,” she said, swallowing. “Um, if that’s okay.”

After a moment, Moses shifted, lifting his head just enough to look at her.

“I meant what I said,” he murmured, voice low and a little hesitant.

“Everything’s a fucking mess, but I’m your problem now.

I go where you go. You’re mine, Illy. If anyone tries to take you away from me, I’ll rip their fucking throat out. ”

She laughed, tears pricking the corners of her eyes again. “Romantic,” she said.

He smiled, slow and dangerous. “I thought so.”

He kissed her again, but this time, it was soft and gentle, like he had all the time in the world to prove that he could be romantic.

She knew it wasn’t true. They didn’t have all the time in the world.

They lived in a world that didn’t even want to make space for them, let alone give them time to explore such leisurely things as love.

But just this once, she let herself believe in the fantasy his lips wove for her.