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My jaw clenched. I wanted to laugh. Wanted to scream. Wanted to say fuck it and pound the shit out of her until she knew that I had never wanted anything more in my entire fucking life.

It was a goddamn nightmare to be this close and yet so far.

But she was worth the wait.

I took her hand and pressed it against the straining bulge in my jeans. “This is how badly I want you, little bunny.” My voice was raw, my patience fraying, my throbbing cock harder than it had ever been. “Now, please, be a good girl before I lose control.”

Her breath hitched. Her fingers curled slightly, her palm warm against me. I barely held back another moan.

“Maybe I want you to,” she whispered sweetly, still tempting me.

But she slurred her words, clearly not coherent enough to make such decisions.

Or to understand that I wasn’t just some warm body to fill the void her fucking ex left behind.

I wouldn’t settle for being a rebound. Especially if I ended up as just another blackout mistake to her.

“No. Not like this,” I said firmly, though my lips brushed hers softly, just to reassure her.

She prolonged the kiss but slowed down. Surrendered. As if she finally grasped why I’d stopped her. “You’re so good to me.”

Well, that was a fucking stretch. But hey, who was I to argue with that?

“I think I’m falling for you…” she mouthed against my lips, her hands grasping at my back to pull me closer like she couldn’t get enough. “I have been for a while.”

Not much could get a reaction out of me. But that did it.

It felt like something clicked into place. Perhaps this feeling was the closest to me loving someone. I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that I wouldn’t let her slip away. Not ever.

She belonged to me.

I was opening my mouth to respond to her, unsure what I wanted to say yet.

She didn’t wait for me. “Cuddle me,” she almost ordered.

I went still.

Fucking cuddling.

I didn’t do that shit. I didn’t do tenderness. Or warmth.

But Bunny?

She not only made me pretend to be a better human.

She made me want to try to be one.

So I laid beside her, let her curl up in my arms like I was something safe.

Like I wasn’t the monster she should be afraid of.

She fell asleep against my chest, so easily, so fucking trustingly, almost na?ve.

And I spent the whole night staring at the ceiling, battling the hunger in me, going against my every goddamn urge.

I was good.

Mostly.

Until she started rolling her hips against my thigh, pressing closer and closer as she unconsciously searched for friction, whimpering quietly. Was she having a wet dream? So greedy even in her sleep.

She was driving me mad. Her body was warm, her breath soft against my skin. I could feel every inch of her, the way she fit against me like she was made for me. And her pussy…

Fuck, that sweet little wet pussy I wanted to have wrapped around my cock so fucking badly.

I could’ve had her. Right then, right there.

She wouldn’t have fought me. Wouldn’t have even woken up.

I could’ve buried myself deep inside her, could’ve made her mine in the way that mattered.

I didn’t.

But I’d lie if I said I didn’t touch her.

Just a little, though. Just enough to feel the heat of her flesh under my fingers.

My palm ghosted over the curve of her hip, down her thigh, then back up again—right where she needed it most.

Soft. So fucking soft. And soaked.

I told myself it was harmless. That she wouldn’t know. That I wasn’t really doing anything wrong. Nothing she’d wake up and cry about. Nothing she’d despise me for.

But I knew the truth.

And still, I couldn’t force myself to feel guilt.

My fingertips circled the tight opening of her pussy, then slid up the slit to her tiny, buzzing clit, gently rubbing.

My other hand grasped one of her breasts, kneading while pinching her hard little nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

She moaned something inaudible, her hips moving desperately against my fingers. It wasn’t long before she gasped and her hips jerked for the final time.

I withdrew my fingers slowly, slick with her arousal. Brought them to my nose and breathed her in—deep, like a depraved addict, letting that sweet, musky scent soak into me.

Damn.

My cock throbbed against the zipper of my jeans, aching with the tension coiled low in my gut.

I licked my fingers. Every last trace of her. Like a fucking animal. Like I deserved it.

And maybe I did.

I dragged my hand down, palming myself through the denim. Just enough pressure to feel it. I rocked into it—once, twice—my breath catching as I imagined how tight she’d feel around me.

I could’ve done it right there. Stroked myself beside her until I spilled across my stomach, filthy and silent. She wouldn’t have known. Not a sound. Not a stir.

I could’ve used her hand… her mouth even.

But I stopped and stared at her—flushed, softly breathing, lashes fluttering in sleep. Her body molded perfectly against mine like she’d always belonged there.

I wrapped my arm tighter around her waist and buried my face in her hair. She sighed contentedly in her sleep, and I smiled to myself while my fingers were still sticky with all the proof I needed.

I already owned her.

Tonight, it was enough just to hold her.

To know I could’ve taken whatever I wanted… and chose to wait.

For now.

How fucking foolish of me.

This was the last time I held back.

The next time Bunny crawled into my bed, I wouldn’t stop.