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I shook my head. “No, I’m protected, and I’m clean.”

“Do you trust me?”

Fuck, what a question. Did I trust him? I mean, my life was in his hands. He’d risked death for me, killed for me, and that was just within the last couple hours. But did I trust him to fuck me bare, no protection against disease? Did he trust me to actually be on birth control, that I wouldn’t come up pregnant, and that I really was clean?

So much trust.

So foolish.

Stupid, even.

I’m impulsive. Rash. I do whatever I want, when I want. I don’t always think about the consequences of my decisions. If I fuck up, and I handle it. The one exception to this is sex. I was on birth control by the time I was fourteen, and I never, ever,everhad unprotected sex. Not with anyone. Not ever. Not even when I was wasted. If he didn’t have a bag, he didn’t bag me. That was the one unalterable, inflexible rule I never broke, no matter what. Not even with Eric, in the nearly three years we were together, we didn’t have bare sex even once.

So why, oh why did I lift my hips in silent agreement, then, with Harris?

Simple. Same answer as why I was so affected by an innocent kiss to my temple:

I have no fucking clue.

I lifted my hips, pushing against him, angling and lifting so his cock slipped into me.

Harris didn’t push in, though. “Say it, Layla. Out loud.” His eyes were fiery jade, unblinking, unwavering, intense, pinning me.

“I trust you, Nick.” Jesus, I soundedbreathy. Seductive. Vulnerable.

Clearly, some other spirit had possessed me, because this wasn’t me. This wasn’t Layla.

I didn’t breathe out a whimper like that, no fucking way. When Harris finally thrusted into me, I whimpered. I know I said I wasn’t a screamer, that I made pretty typical almost fake-sounding porn star sounds during sex. In fact, I’ve been accused of faking just because of how I sound. But I never faked, it was just how I sounded.

This, though? When Harris slowly and deliberately thrust into me, the way I made this…I don’t even know the right word…moan, whimper, sigh—a sound that was all three of those in one, a moan-whimper-sigh. It wasn’t me. Ineversounded like that. No matter how good it felt.

But that was the problem, wasn’t it? Nothing had ever felt like this before. Not the way Harris drove into me, not the way he filled me. Not the way he held me completely in his thrall, helpless.

I pulled back from the edge of climax.

It only took him four slow thrusts to get me there again. He watched me, watched my face, my expressions. I felt his attention, laser-focused, hyper-aware. I hooked my legs around his waist and he slid his palms to my ass, keeping me aloft with a firm grip of each hand on the globes of my ass. His fingers were at the crease of my buttocks, daring in, separating the cheeks. Literally, he had my entire ass cheeks gripped, one in each hand, and he was holding the entire weight of my lower body aloft with that grip.

I felt the pressure of his fingers against my asshole, nudging but not pushing in.

He’d want in there, at some point.

I’d let him. Shit, I’d probably beg him for it, if this was how it was going to feel with him.

Once he was sure of his hold on me, once he was sure I was close, he settled closer, leaning deeper into the V of my thighs, pushing his cock as far in as it would go.

And then he started fucking.

Oh. Oh Jesus. Oh shit.

This was real-deal fucking. He left me no breath, left me no quarter, had no mercy. I’d asked for it rough, he gave it to merough. Hard. He didn’t ask if I was ready, didn’t ease into it. Just…a single growling murmur of appreciation for my body, and he started fucking, ramming me hard over and over and over, so my whole body was jarred with each thrust.

“Play with your tits, Layla. Pinch your nipples.”

I obeyed, cupping my big, bouncing breasts in my hands and thumbing my nipples erect, and then pinched them.

“Hard, Layla. Make yourself scream.”

I caught my left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it so hard I shrieked; a bolt of lightning blasted through me, striking my core as I twisted the nipple and pinched it again. Pinched both.