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Our kiss turns fevered and passionate as my phone slips from my grip and onto the floor, but I barely notice.

Steven spins me around and presses me against the door, his tongue delving into my mouth like he’s desperate for air, like he’s on the brink of drowning and I’m the oxygen tank thrown into the dark waters seconds before he loses consciousness.

He nips my bottom lip as he hoists me higher against him, so that we’re pressed to each other in all the ways that matter.

“Grace,” he rasps against my lips. “My darling, I’m the luckiest man alive.” His cheeks are still wet from tears, his eyes, oh my God, his eyes…

They’re burning with so much love, the hazels iridescent, the green edges vibrant and teeming with life.

It’s like life has returned to his body and he has just been given a second chance.

My lips tremble as I take in his emotions flitting across his face—shock, awe, happiness, and overflowing love.

“No, Steven,” I whisper, our breaths ghosting over each other’s lips, “I’m the luckiest person alive because I get to have you by my side.”

He groans, his pupils darkening and dilating, and he swallows the rest of my words with his mouth again as he moves his body against me, his hard shaft grinding against the crook between my thighs.

Everything feels too sensitive, my skin aflame, the clothes chaffing my skin.

The air turns thick with desperation as we claw at each other, trying to get closer, for nothing feels close enough.

My breasts feel heavy and swollen, my nipples already beaded and saluting him, and I arch back, thrusting my chest at him as he trails kisses and nibbles along the column of my neck, scraping his teeth over my fluttering pulse, sending sparks straight to my clit.

“I need you, Steven,” I moan as he thrusts harder against me, his hard cock hitting my swollen clit, but it’s not enough. There are too many layers of clothes between us. I need them gone. I need nothing to separate us. I need to feel his body, his heat against mine.

He growls as he comes to the same conclusion and carries me to the bedroom.

We grapple with each other’s clothes along the way, my sweater falling to the floor first, followed by my leggings.

I scratch at his body, my fingers trembling as I try to undo his buttons, to no avail.

He tosses me on the bed and rips his shirt off, sending buttons pinging across the dark master room and he makes work of his pants.

Our harsh breathing fills the silence as I stare awestruck at him, all coiled energy and rippling muscles, a hard, intense gleam in his eyes, which are so dark I could barely see the tawny irises anymore.

He looks hungry, desperate, his nostrils flaring as he slowly prowls toward me, the muscles in his body flexing with each movement.

With his unkempt appearance, the disheveled hair and rugged beard, he looks wild, like a caveman coming to stake his claim, like he’s ready to fuck me in front of the world to tell everyone I belong to him.

My pussy pulses as my chest heaves under my thin shirt, which, along with the wet panties I have on, are the only barriers separating us.

My eyes sweep down his body, taking in the corded muscles, which look even more defined and cut than when I saw him last, and the beautiful, hard cock curled against his stomach, the veins on both sides pulsing, the tip dark red and angry, like it wants to obliterate anything in its path.

My empty core clenches and my mouth waters. I need him inside me, over me, next to me.

I tremble on the bed before my legs part of their own accord and he lets out an animalistic growl as he stares at my damp panties. I see the last restraints of the rational man snap free and the primitive beast takes front and center.

“Mine.” His voice is rough. Possessive.

Wetness seeps out of me as my body vibrates in response.

“Yours,” I whisper, watching the flush crawl up his body as he climbs onto the bed and braces himself on top of me, his muscles shaking from tension.

“We’re never separating again.” A vow. A command. A promise all rolled into one.

“Never aga—Steven!” My words end on a shriek as he rips my shirt in half with a strength I’ve never seen him unleash before and the woman in me melts at the violence. He could bend me over, twist me, tear into me and I wouldn’t be able to stop him.

My mind shuts off as I relinquish my body to him.

Use me. Fuck me. Love me. I tell with my eyes as he lets out a guttural grunt before clamping his mouth on my breast, sucking the tip in, laving it with his tongue and tasting it like it’s the best delicacy in the world.

Sharp bolts of electricity shoot to my clit and I let out a moan.

He pinches the other distended tip as I thrash against him.

“I’ve gone crazy for you. Mad with obsession.” He turns his attention to the other breast as his hand snakes down my body and with one rough yank, tears the lace from between my legs. With no warming, he thrusts a finger inside me as his thumb rubs my clit.

I nearly careen off the bed, only for him to bear down on me, insert another finger inside me, and curl them to rub against my G-spot and I see stars.

“Steven!” I scream, my legs shake as he finger-fucks me in earnest.

The slick sounds of his fingers in my wet core echo in the room. The sparks turn into a wildfire in a matter of seconds and my entire body burns, the sensations all coalescing to my throbbing pussy.

He grunts, his breathing harsh against my ear, and he bites the lobe in a punishing nip as if to mark me from the outside as well. “You’re so fucking wet. So fucking mine. I can feel you gripping my fingers like you’re desperate for me, for my cock.”

He leans in and rasps, “My fucking dirty, naughty girl, so good for me…”

His fingers move faster as my body tenses and my loud moans fill the air. “Are you going to come for me, give me all your cum, and tell me you’re mine?”

I arch back as the pressure builds to an unbearable point and my body explodes into a million pieces under him. “I’m yours, Steven. Forever.”

With a roar, he spreads my legs and thrusts into the hilt, sliding home, his cock filling me to the brim. He pins my hands over my head, his fingers lacing with mine, like he’s desperate for this intimate connection as much as me and he pounds into me like someone possessed.

A claim. Ownership and merging of two souls.

His eyes are wild, his hips unrestrained as he slaps against me in a harsh rhythm, the pounding sounds loud in the room. Lurid. Wet. Hot.

Steven’s control is obliterated, and he hoists my legs over his shoulders and climbs higher over me, completely dominating my petite frame with his large body and at this angle his cock hits deeper, harder, like he’s trying to get to the deepest recess within me and never come out.

A rapid heat gathers where we’re joined, where I’m so full of him, so full of love and lust, and he pins me in place, rendering me immobile.

“Take me,” he grunts. “Take all of it. Fuck, you’re taking it so well. I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you, you’ll always have a piece of me with you.”

A groan tears out of his voice as he throws his head back, sweat dripping over his face. “Fucking good girl for me, you’re my fucking good girl.”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

My pussy burns as the friction inflames me and my eyes roll back and my body spasms underneath him.

“Yes, come again. Milk my cum with your tight pussy.”

I let out another scream as I shudder against him, my legs shaking, wetness gushing out of me in torrents.

Before my orgasm subsides, he pulls out of me and tosses me face down on the bed. I’m limp, my body a rag doll for him to use, my core vibrating, throbbing, overly sensitized .

I moan as he presses my breasts to the sheets, and even the silk sheets feel rough against my distended nipples.

He hoists my ass up in the air and rasps, “Your body is mine. You are mine. From now on, I’ll take care of you. Your problems are mine to solve, your pleasure is mine to give. You won’t need to worry about anything anymore.”

His words are a sharp heat wrapping around my heart and for the first time, I feel like I don’t need to be in control. I don’t need to shoulder everything in life because someone else is there to do it for me.

I’m cherished. Loved. Safe.

“You’re mine, Steven Kingsley.” The control goes both ways.

His breath puffs against my swollen pussy. “I’ve been yours since the day we met.”

With that sentiment, he unleashes his tongue on my wet slit, licking away the juices trailing down my thighs, before spearing his tongue inside my still throbbing entrance.

I try to scamper away, the area too sensitive, but he growls and grips my hips tighter. “This pussy is mine. You don’t get to leave until I’m done with you, and you don’t get to come until I say you do.”

With a punishing grip, he renders me immobile as he feasts on my pussy. “Fucking delicious, I’m addicted for life,” he rasps between licks and suction as I mewl incoherently, my face pressed to the sheets, my body shaking, protesting, yet wanting his torment at the same time.

The pleasure gathers again, my core torn between wanting to fall over the cliff and wanting to escape from his torture. “Steven, oh my God, it’s too sensitive, shit.”

“Let go, darling. I’ll take care of you.”

My vision blurs again as my body caves to his pleasure, letting him use me, fuck me, do anything he wants with me, because as long as it’s him, I don’t care.

As I am about to fall into the abyss again, he pauses and I cry in protest. “I need to come. Make me come,” I wail.

“No, darling. Not yet. ”

He climbs up behind me and uses a finger to swipe my wetness over the puckered rosebud and I nearly come right then from the foreign sensations.

“Next time, my cock will be in here, filling you up.” His finger slides in and I clench against him. “Yes, baby, suck me in here too. My cock is much bigger.”

I bite onto the bedsheets as two fingers spear into my pussy, moving in tandem with the one in my ass, and the throbbing sensations are tenfold as my hips gyrate back, eager to climb to the pinnacle again.

“You’re doing so well, darling. Such a good girl for me.”

His praises are arrows to my clit and my body burns once more and I feel like I can fly, my body poised at the brink of exploding—

Then he stops.

“Noooo!” I scream into the sheets.

He chuckles, his voice hoarse, and I shake my ass at him.

“Release your control to me, darling.”

Steven lines his cock up at my entrance and finally thrusts inside, and we both groan from the sensations.

My body is on fire as he moves against me with my ass tilted in the air and face smashed against the bedsheets. His hips snap against mine, slamming his hard cock home in a punishing rhythm. His thumb replaces his finger in my ass, and his other hand wraps around my long hair and tugs.

The pain intensifies the pleasure and I tilt my face up, my lungs raking in desperate gulps of oxygen as my body burns into smithereens under his pleasurable onslaught.

I can’t think. I can’t speak. I can only feel and fuck, as there are too many feelings rioting inside me. My heart is filled to the brim as my mind blanks, handing over the reins of my body to him as he jackhammers inside me, the sounds of skin slapping skin loud in the room.

He curls his large body over mine, his hand still gripping my hair tightly, and he turns my face to the side before slamming his mouth with mine .

We feast on each other, melding our bodies and souls together, becoming one entity.

His cock grows impossibly thicker and longer as his thrusts become more erratic.

His eyes are obsidian as we break apart for a breath and the pleasure gathers sharply again, taking me higher and higher, and I’m rendered helpless underneath him.

“I can feel your walls clenching, darling. You’re close. This time, you’ll come,” he grunts, and I feel his hips piston harder against my ass, his balls hitting my clit with each movement, his thumb spearing my rosebud as I’m filled to the brim with him.

The pleasure sharpens and breaks and I let out a keening cry as my vision whitens and I can feel myself pulverizing into a thousand pieces.

“Come. Come for me, Grace.”

A loud scream tears from my throat as juices gush out of me and I topple into a supernova of white-hot bliss. He swallows my cries and continues to rut against me, his finger, cock, and tongue filling me and with a roar, he comes, his cock throbbing as it unleashes ropes and ropes of cum inside me.

Steven collapses on top of my body as his kiss turns gentler.

The sweat is plastered to our skin and our bodies and limbs are intertwined, such that I can’t tell where he ends and where I begin.

Our heartbeats sync and pound in unison as we come back from the most excruciating high I’ve ever experienced, things I’ve read in my novels but have always thought were figments of an author’s imagination.

“God, I love you, so, so much, Grace Peyton. Let’s not let anything separate us again.”

My eyes are heavy and I can barely move my arms but manage to press my hand to his chest, where I feel the thudding of his heart, so strong and sturdy.

I whisper, “I love you more, Steven Kingsley. We’ll never be apart. We’re a team.”

Darkness overtakes me and I drift into a boneless, deep sleep, feeling completely content and safe within his arms.