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CONNOR

A llie is fire in my arms—hot, wild, and untamed.

I press her against the edge of the jacuzzi, my hands roaming her soaked, trembling body, gliding over her ribs, hips, thighs, claiming every inch with my fingers.

Her breaths are ragged, while her eyes dare me to go further.

She fists my hair, dragging me into a desperate kiss. Her moan hits my chest like a fucking detonation.

“You think you can handle me?” she pants, voice breathless, teasing.

I drag my teeth down her throat, feel her pulse stutter beneath my tongue. “Baby, I own you.”

Her breath catches.

“Then prove it,” she whispers, lifting her hips and grinding against me. Challenging me.

Fuck.

I grip the back of her neck, tipping her head so her eyes lock with mine. “You want me to fuck you hard, baby?” My voice is a low, dark growl. “Because that’s exactly what I’m about to do.”

“Do it,” she whispers.

That’s all it takes.

I lift her out of the water in one smooth motion, mouth trailing over her collarbone, her shoulder, the curve of her throat.

Her nails dig into my back, marking me as hers while I carry her to the bed. She’s dripping, burning, and coming undone.

I lay her down, wet skin against silk sheets, her body arching as I cover her with mine.

“You’re mine, Allie.” I press my forehead to hers, panting. “Every fucking inch. Say it.”

Her arms wrap around me. “I’m yours,” she whispers, voice broken and beautiful.

I slide inside her with one deep, claiming thrust.

She moans, wrapping around me like she was made to take every inch.

Her nails claw my skin, her mouth catching mine as I pound into her—fast, frenzied, no space between us.

“God,” she gasps, biting my neck. “Come with me, husband.”

Her words push me to the edge, but I hold on.

A real man makes his woman finish first. Always.

Her body clenches around me, and I know she’s close.

Sweat mixes with droplets of water as I slam into her, the headboard banging against the wall.

She shatters, screaming my name.

I thrust deeper and release inside her, gritting her name through my teeth. “Fuck. Mine.”

We collapse, tangled in each other, soaked and breathless.

“You wreck me,” I whisper against her temple.

“Good,” she mumbles with a tired smile. Spent. Fully owned.

We stay locked together, skin to skin, bodies still buzzing.

“You still breathing, baby?” I ask, brushing my lips against her hair.

“Barely,” she sighs, cheek pressed to my chest.

“Good,” I grin. “Because it’s time for round two.”

Her eyes snap open, but I’m already lifting her off the bed.

I carry her to the floor-to-ceiling window and press her ass against the glass. Vegas sprawls beneath us like a glittering witness.

I slide back inside her, and her moan punches the air from my lungs.

“Fuck. You’re soaked for me.”

She bites my shoulder, gasping. “Always for you, husband.”

I lose my mind.

I pound into her, her moans echoing off the glass as she claws at my skin, trying to hold on.

“Look at me,” I demand, locking my eyes on hers. “Watch me claim you.”

Her wide eyes meet mine, burning with the same desire I feel.

She’s utterly raw and perfect.

I yank my dick out of her then spin her around.

She gasps, looking at me over her shoulder.

“Better hold on, baby.”

“What. Oh, fuck?—”

I bend her over and thrust deep, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. Her palms squeak on the glass as she tries to steady herself.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” I growl, spanking her hard. She cries out, pushing back against me.

My teeth scrape her neck. “You teased me. Tormented me. But now you’re mine.”

She breaks. “Connor, I’m gonna?—”

“No, you’re not.”

I pull out, lift her again, and carry her to the couch.

“We’ve got a whole penthouse to use,” I whisper darkly. “I’m gonna fuck you on every surface.”

“Then do it,” she dares, her eyes and tone feral.

I throw her onto the cushions, and she’s already reaching for me, dragging me down by the neck.

I slam into her, capturing her mouth with mine, devouring her mouth like it’s the air I need to breathe.

The way she clings to me. The way her body trembles with every thrust, this isn’t just love.

It’s feral, soul-deep love mixed with obsession.

She’s not part of my world anymore.

She is my world.