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Once he was all the way in, he began to move slowly, thrusting in and out.Soon, she was moaning and rocking her hips against his.They moved together in a steady, unspoken cadence.Her sighs grew softer, breathier, and he memorized every sound, every arch of her body against his.

He could feel his release starting to build and knew it wouldn’t take much more to set him off.

“Fuck, Riley!Your body is so responsive, baby.”

She moaned again, and her walls clamped down on his cock.“Nails…please, I’m almost there.”

That had done it.He lifted her thighs and began a series of hard, fast thrusts into her pussy.He was relentless with his strokes, and watching her breasts bounce and sway got him worked up even more.He continued to stroke faster and faster until he couldn’t hold off any longer.

“Fuck Riley!You feel so good,” he called out as he exploded inside of her, the same time he felt her tighten up and cry out his name as she came.

Nails didn’t even pull out as he hugged Riley tightly and rolled them both until he was on his back and she was lying on top of him.

His pulse was still pounding, but his grip on her was gentle but firm, as if he was afraid that she would slip away.Her skin was flushed and damp, and her chest was rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths.

After a few moments, she lifted her head and their eyes locked.

He brushed his thumb along her swollen lips.“You okay?”he asked, the low rumble of his voice betraying how close he had been to losing control.

She nodded, but he didn’t let her answer end there.“No, tell me.I need to hear it.I got carried away at the end.I need to know that I didn’t hurt you.”

Her lips curved into the smallest smile.“I’m better than okay.”

Relief rolled through him, loosening something in his chest he didn’t realize he had been holding tight.

He cupped her cheek.“You don’t get it, Riley.Before you, this was just something to pass the time.No strings.No meaning.Hell, I didn’t even think about it after.”His thumb traced along her cheekbone.“But with you, I can’t get enough, and it’s not just your body.It’syou.Every damn part of you.”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t look away.

“I don’t want one night,” he said, his voice low.“I want every damn day with you.I’ll fight for you, protect you, burn down anything that tries to take you from me.”He stared into her eyes, his voice dropping to almost a growl.“You’re mine,”

She let out a shaky breath.Her voice was low, almost a growl to match his.“Good.Because from the second you kissed me, you were mine too.”

His mouth curved into a slow, possessive smile before he placed his hand behind her head and pulled her in for a kiss.This time it wasn’t rushed.It was slow, reverent, sealing something between them that neither of them had ever let themselves have before.

When they pulled apart, Nails gathered her close to his chest, his hand stroking up and down her spine.She fit there like she belonged.

“This,” he whispered into her hair, “this is the part I never want to give up.”

She tightened her arms around him, and for the first time, it wasn’t just his body that felt sated.It was his soul.

Nails stared up at the ceiling, one thought echoing quietly in the back of his mind.I could fall in love with her so damn easily.And for the first time in years, that didn’t scare him at all.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Riley stirred beneath the sheets, her body sinking deeper into the warm comfort of the mattress.For a moment, she had forgotten where she was.Until the familiar weight of Nails’ arm around her waist brought everything rushing back.

Riley smiled to herself.Last night had been incredible.And not just because of the sex, though that had definitely exceeded expectations.It was the way he held her.The way he looked at her and kissed her like she was the only thing that mattered.The way he had made her feel safe again in a body marked by cuts, bruises, and pain.

He had been everything she needed last night, gentle and patient.Though she knew there was another side to Nails, a wild one.The one that she got a preview right at the end, when he took her hard.His teasing grin, the raw hunger in his eyes.The silent promise that next time, when she was ready, he wouldn’t hold back.She bit her lip at the thought, heat blooming low in her belly.

She relaxed in his hold, letting the warmth from his body wrap around her like a protective cocoon.His legs were tangled with hers under the sheets, and his breath was steady and soft against the back of her neck.The hardness of his body pressed against her back, the slight roughness of his hands, and the way his breathing matched hers were all incredibly intimate.

She shifted slightly, trying not to wake him, but the movement must’ve stirred him because a moment later, he pressed his lips to her bare and injured shoulder, sending a shiver straight down her spine.

“Morning,” he murmured.His voice sounded thick with sleep.

Her lips curved into a big smile.“Morning.”