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As soon as my lips touched Cam’s, he transformed.

His hands gripped my hips, lifting me until my legs wrapped around his center.

He was already hard, his thick cock evident even through his jeans.

God, I wanted him inside me. My mouth, my pussy—any part of me he wanted to take, I’d gladly hand over.

He pushed through my bedroom door and shoved me onto my couch, which was luckily spared from any damage.

As I flopped onto the cushions, Cam stared down at me, his eyes wild, like a man possessed.

He lifted his hand to the back of his neck, pulling his shirt off with one tug.

Why was that the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life?

My hand reached out, tracing every line and indentation on his chest, savoring every inch of his bare skin.

When my hand reached for the button of his jeans, he grabbed it and brought my fingertips to his lips.

“Not yet, menace,” he said. “Do you have any idea how insane you make me? You put your hands on my cock right now, and I’m going to explode. I’m not ready to be done with you yet.”

“Lots of talk,” I smirked up at him, “and no action. Maybe I want you to explode. Have you ever thought of that?”

Cam leaned down to kiss me again. “Oh, Hadley. One of these days, I’m going to fuck that sweet little mouth, fuck the back of your throat, so every time you think about getting mouthy with me, you remember who you belong to.”

I arched my brow. “And who is that?”

Cam practically growled as he lowered down to his knees and ripped my pajamas shorts off my legs, leaving me exposed in front of him. He stared at my pussy, as if I was a piece of art designed just for him. His first touch was soft, just enough to make my hips buck, seeking more.

“Look at you, baby,” he breathed, his eyes not leaving the apex of my thighs. “So fucking wet for me. So needy. You want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” I bit out, shifting to get him closer.

“Not yet.” Cam tsked his tongue. “Not until you tell me you’re mine, Hadley.”

“This is extortion,” I groaned, dropping my head to the back of the couch, only to pop up again when his tongue traced my heat. Light, too light, like the beginning of a song when all you wanted was to hear the bridge.

“Say it, Hadley. We both already know it’s true. And before you start, yes, I’m possessive as fuck. I don’t care. I want you—all of you. I crave all of you. Other guys might have settled for only parts of you, but not me. I need every last part. So tell me you’re mine, just as much as I’m yours.”

My breath stuttered at his admission. “Y-you’re mine?”

Cam chuckled as he pressed a kiss to my pussy.

“If you even have to question that, you haven’t been paying attention.

” Another long lick of his tongue. “I’m all yours, Hadley.

” He circled my clit, making me cry out.

“All of me belongs to you.” Cam lifted his fingers, using them to explore the parts his tongue left behind.

As pleasure built in my core, he leaned back.

I screamed out in protest, and Cam reached out to grip the back of my neck.

“Anything you ask of me, I’d happily do—but only if you say you’re mine. ”

“I’m yours,” I whispered, tears coming to my eyes as I searched his expression.

His resulting grin was almost unbearable, like looking directly into the sun.

Cam kissed me, my taste coating his tongue.

But before my mind could catch up, he shifted us, turning me so I faced the back of the couch.

His warmth faded away as he lowered himself behind me, continuing what he had already started.

But there was nothing gentle about his tongue or his touch now. No, instead, he feasted on me like a man starved. Every touch made my insides turn to lava, my fingers digging into the couch with each flick of his coaxing tongue.

“Cam…” I moaned as he pressed against me.

White spots filled my vision when his mouth found my clit and sucked.

When I came, it was like a part of me unleashed, unable to hold back from the torrent of pleasure Cam provided.

My body tensed and folded under its waves, and all I could do was hold on, especially when he kept licking and caressing me through my release.

When my vision started to re-align, he’d undressed, positioned himself at my entrance, and was pushing inside me inch by inch. Despite my orgasm, there was still a slight burn, but the pleasure that accompanied the pain was the most exquisite torture.

“Fuck, Hadley,” Cam ground out as he fully sheathed himself inside me. “This is going to be fast, baby. Hold on to that couch and don’t let go.”

I did as he said, not bothering to fight him.

Not when he was promising me more of this pleasure, like I didn’t know where he ended and I began.

Each thrust of his cock lit me up from the inside.

His pace was rough, almost punishing, but I loved every second.

Cam’s hand gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my sweat-soaked skin.

Despite the ruin surrounding us, I’d never felt more alive, never more at peace.

It terrified me to let go, to allow someone to get close, in case they decided I wasn’t worth the effort.

But it terrified me more that I’d almost missed out on this.

Cam wrecked me, body and soul, until I was helpless to resist. My orgasm cascaded through my veins, building higher until I couldn’t hold back anymore.

But just as I was about to crash over the edge, Cam’s hand found my throat, gripping softly. Pulling me up, he pressed my back against his chest. His thumb stroked my pulse point. “Don’t you dare come yet, baby. You come when I say you do.”

“Cam, I can’t?—”

“Yes, you can. Just a little longer.”

I tried to hold back the current, to fight against the release my body needed.

All I wanted was to let go, to defy Cam like I’d done so many times in my life.

But there was another part, a much larger part, that loved to comply with his orders, knowing it would make the reward so much sweeter.

Cam’s thrusts became harder, slamming into me with reckless abandon.

With his hand still gripping my neck, he nipped at my ear. “Now, Hadley. Come for me.”

My body didn’t hold back for one more second. My orgasm ripped through me, devastating every inch of my soul. If I didn’t belong to Cam before, I definitely did now. He had marked me as his completely, a fundamental shift right down to my core.

Cam roared his own release right after me, screaming my name like an oath. As he came down, he rolled to the side, shifting to look me over. His thumb grazed my neck where he’d held me. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” I smiled up at him. “I loved every second of it.”

“God,” he muttered as he shook his head. “You’re fucking perfect, Hadley. Such a good fucking girl.”

I basked in his praise, letting him hold me close as our pulses slowed.

As we sat on the couch in my ruined carriage house, I couldn’t help but think about what Cam declared.

I’d never wanted to be claimed. I always thought it was akin to being caged.

But knowing Cam and I belonged to each other had the opposite effect—it made me feel free.