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“I don’t know, Rev. Only you can tell me that.”

I have to swallow hard before I can speak. “You. Hope for…you. Hope that…that this is real. Thatyou’rereal. That…” I’m panicking. Choking. Shaking. Something inside me is going to snap any second. “That you’re not gonna take this away from me.” It’s not even a whisper. It’s a breath.

She sobs, and wriggles higher up my body. Resumes crushing me with her arm around my neck, her thighs clamping around my hips and waist. Her mouth slams onto mine, and I taste her tears, feel her shudder, shake, sob. Crying. For me.

Crying, because I sure as hell can’t.

She’s all the way on me, straddling me. I cling to her, caress her curves—roughly, because I’m too fraught with emotions so powerful I can’t fathom them, can’t handle them. She kisses me, savagely.

I feel her move. Hips tip. Soft sleek slit nudging my cock. And then I’m inside her, sliding in, all the way. Wet, hot, slick. God—god. Never felt this. Never.

I groan. “Myka…” I choke on a broken breath as she settles all the way down, so I’m so deep inside her it almost hurts. “Condom.”

Her head shakes, mouth never leaving mine. “Clean?” It’s a question.

“Yes,” I breathe. “Never…never been like this with anyone.Never.”

She tilts her hips, rolls to move me inside her, and I groan raggedly at the feel of her pussy bare around me. “Then it’s fine.”

“But what about—?”

“Can’t.” She cradles my head in the crook of her arm, hand wrapped around my face, palm to my temple and hairline. “Ican’t, Rev. So just…shut up and make love to me.” Her eyes are so blue on mine, so deep, so alive with expression. I can see the world in her eyes.

I almost see me in them. Not the reflection, but…how she sees me.

Make love to me.

It’s only ever been fucking.

Is this what that is? Making love?

Sounded cheesy to me, before. Stupid, insipid.

Now? It’s got a whole new meaning.

She rolls her hips again, and I groan once more, and then I take over. Or, rather, I join with her. Move with her. Thrust in, and she sinks down. Our mouths are fused, not quite even kissing, just breathing together, gasping together. There’s only us, Myka wrapped around me so completely that even her feet are hooked under my knees, toes curled up against the backs of my knees. That arm cradling my head, her other hand cupping my cheek.

She rises and falls, rises and falls, and now her breath comes short, gasping against my lips. I drive into her, groaning. Faster, she moves, slamming down on me, riding me, gasps becoming whimpers. Whimpers become my name, chanted.

“Rev, Rev…Rev!”

“Myka,” I growl back. Barely able to form words, I manage her name.

“My Rev, my Rev.”

I feel heat at my eyes, salt burning my cheeks.HerRev. Fuck.

She kisses my cheeks, tongue tip licking away the salt. Kisses my eyes. Each of them, again and again.

“Meet me there, honey,” she breathes. “Come with me.”

I try to lift her away—I don’t deserve this. “I should—”

“No!” She snags my hands and places them both on her ass, forces me to pull her harder against myself. “Don’t youdare.” A vicious snarl. “Don’t youfuckingdare, Rev.”

“Myka…”

“Come with me.” She grips my neck with both hands, at the sides, thumb up along my jaw, leaning up for angle, for leverage. Her tits sway, bounce, hypnotic and so fucking perfect. “Come with me, Rev. Please.”