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ALLISON

H is gray eyes blaze as he lowers his head, his lips dragging down my throat.

His body presses against mine, holding me captive.

"Connor," I whisper, my voice shaking.

His mouth brushes the shell of my ear.

"You want me, sweetheart?" His voice is rough, desperate, and wrecked.

I shudder, unable to answer.

He chuckles darkly.

"You’re gonna have to say it. I wanna hear those pretty little words fall from your lips."

"P-Please," I whimper after a beat, hating myself.

He hums.

"Not enough." His hand grips my hip, firm and demanding. “You know what I wanna hear, Allie.”

"C-Connor?—"

"Say it."

His voice is low, all growl and hunger. “Tell me you want me.”

I dig my nails into his back, dragging him closer.

"I want you,” I breathe. “I need you."

His eyes go feral. His breathing turns ragged.

“Good girl.”

He tears the clothing from my body, leaving me bare beneath him.

My hands shake as I strip him.

And then there’s nothing between us. Just heat, hunger, desperation.

“I need to see you,” he rasps.

He leans back, his gaze devouring every inch of me.

For once, I don’t cover myself.

I let him look.

Let him see everything.

Judging by the way his breath hitches and his jaw clenches, he likes what he sees.

A thrill of power blooms inside me.

“Fuck, Allie,” he rasps. “You’re fucking stunning.”

I swallow hard, my cheeks burning.

“T-thanks.”

I gesture at his sculpted, godlike body. “So are you,” I mutter, then want to die from embarrassment.

He chuckles but his gaze grows serious.

There’s something in the way he looks at me — something raw and reverent.

“I’m yours, sweetheart,” he growls. “And I’m not letting you forget it.”

His hands cover my breasts, teasing and kneading my nipples into hard points.

I whimper under his touch.

He sucks on one nipple, releasing it with a pop before moving to the other.

He hisses a trail down my stomach, making my breath rasp and my body tremble.

“Fuck, Connor,” I whisper, forgetting every reason I ever hated him.

He spreads me open and circles my clit.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, my back arching.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark and hungry.

“Goddamn, Allie. You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”

I whimper at the blunt praise, at the way he says it like he’s already addicted.

Then he slides lower, his mouth replacing his finger.

I cry out, grabbing his hair.

“Goddamn. Fucking soaked for me.”

His grin is feral as he licks me again. “You like me breaking you down, don’t you? Making you beg for me.”

I should be embarrassed.

I should shove him away.

Instead, I writhe beneath his mouth, desperate for more.

“Your pussy wants me,” he murmurs, circling my entrance with his fingers.

“Stop teasing,” I whimper.

He slides a finger inside me and hisses.

“Tell me, Allie, have you ever been this wet for anyone else?”

No.

Never.

But saying it feels too raw. Too dangerous.

He adds another finger, working me ruthlessly.

"Tell me," he growls, his voice vibrating against my skin.

I open my mouth to snap at him, but he sucks my clit into his mouth and I lose the ability to form words.

He starts to pull away.

Panic surges.

“Wait!” I gasp. “N-No. Only you, Connor.”

He hums his approval and licks me again, his tongue sliding deeper.

I moan helplessly.

“So fucking good,” I pant.

He works me harder, teasing me, torturing me by bringing me right to the edge and then pulling away.

Again.

And again.

“Beg, baby,” he purrs. “I wanna hear you say it.”

Frustrated noises rip from my throat.

“Please, Connor. I need to?—"

He pulls away again.

“Not good enough.”

I whimper in pure agony.

“Beg, wife ,” he demands. “Tell me what I wanna hear.”

Humiliation floods me.

And lust.

God, so much lust I’m about to combust.

“Look how fucking wet you are now that I called you wife,” he says smugly, sliding two glistening fingers into me and pulling them out to show me.

I slap my hands over my face, mortified.

“Oh, hell no,” he growls.

Instead of forcing me to move my hands, he attacks me harder — fingers and tongue relentless, wrecking me until I’m squirming, moaning, begging.

I crack.

"Connor, please… Fuck, make me come!"

It’s still not enough.

“Please lick your wife’s pussy until she comes,” I gasp out brokenly.

“Good fucking girl,” he rasps.

He dives back in with a ferocity that steals the air from my lungs.

I come apart with a cry, my body shattering.

My hands clutch his hair. My hips jerk uncontrollably.

He doesn’t stop.

He devours every last tremor.

When I finally collapse, boneless and gasping, he slides up my body.

His voice is a low, reverent whisper.

“You’re gorgeous, Allie.” He brushes a kiss over my forehead. “Even when you drive me insane, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

Tears sting my eyes.

I don’t know how he’s doing this to me, but I can’t stop him.

He slides the head of his cock against my clit, making me shiver.

I glance down and nearly pass out.

“Oh my God. You’re so big.”

He chuckles.

“Don’t worry. You can take me.”

Panic rises, full of doubts, insecurities, and old scars.

“Stop,” I whisper, pushing lightly against his chest.

He stills instantly.

His hands frame my face, gentle but unrelenting.

"Get out of your head, Allie," he says fiercely. "You’re fucking beautiful. Every inch of you. You hear me?"

I bite my lip, tears slipping free.

He kisses them away.

"I’ve been captivated by you since the moment I nearly beheaded you," he murmurs, making me laugh through the wreckage of my fear.

And then he kisses me, soft, deep, and endless.

I arch into him.

I want him.

“I have condoms,” he says, reaching for the drawer where he stashed them earlier.

When he rolls the condom on, my heart pounds so hard it shakes my whole body.

He lines up at my entrance, rubbing against me.

"More," I whisper.

He pushes inside, slow and deliberate.

I gasp, clutching his shoulders. The stretch burns, but it’s perfect and overwhelming.

"You okay?" he rasps, his forehead pressed to mine.

"Yeah," I breathe. "More."

He groans and slides deeper, filling me in ways I didn’t know were possible.

"Fuck, you’re tight," he mutters.

I moan, clinging to him. “Feels so good.”

He begins to move. Slow, steady thrusts that build the heat between us to unbearable levels.

"You were made for me, Allie," he growls.

That’s all it takes.

I explode, screaming his name as pleasure rips through me, wave after wave.

He thrusts through it, gritting his teeth, riding the edge.

"I want your come," I whisper, desperate and wrecked.

He slams into me harder.

“You make me fucking insane," he growls, his rhythm breaking apart.

"Connor," I cry out, clenching around him again.

He groans deep in his chest before cursing, shoving deep and stilling as he comes hard inside me, his whole body shuddering.

He collapses on top of me, both of us gasping for air, trembling with aftershocks.

His arms lock around me like he’ll never let go.

He presses a kiss to my forehead.

"You’re mine," he whispers hoarsely. "You’ve been mine from the start. And you’re never getting away."

My heart pounds.

And for the first time, I don't want to.