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Three thrusts, and I’m gone. Body, mind, heart, and soul erupt in a chorus of orgasms so powerful I’m incapable of thought.

I hear myself chanting Dillon’s name as he moves above and in me like he has all the time in the world, but my body is somewhere else. I’m not with it. I’m having a sexual out-of-body experience, and I don’t ever want to return.

He taps my clit, and my eyes surge open.

Oh, shit.

“We’re not done,” he says. “I could die today with your pussy clenching the life out of my cock, and it wouldn’t be enough. It’ll never be enough. You—”

He thrusts in a steady rhythm, and I give an exploratory clench of my inner walls.

Dillon freezes. His eyes narrow on mine. “Do that again,” he demands through clenched teeth, so I do.

Kegel exercises do work after all. I clench until I’m shaking, then release him. Dillon’s eyes darken, and his thrusts falter.

“Again,” he hisses.

Even in my lustful haze, the power I have over him right now is intoxicating. I squeeze him again and see the first drops of sweat roll down his neck. It’s the only indication that he’s struggling to hold himself together.

I do it again, and this time roll my hips until his head drops back. Curses and prayers mix into one stream of consciousness as he drops his head back and stares at the ceiling. The entire time, he keeps an almost brutal pace in his powerful thrusts, and Lord have mercy, I love it.

Apparently, I like fucking even more than making love.

Who knew?

I roll my hips and grind into him. When he withdraws, I follow, and whatever cord of control he had snaps.

Dillon drops over me, hooks his arms under my armpits, and holds my shoulders. It brings our faces together, and it gives him leverage to tug me to him.

There’s no mistaking he just took back control, and the image of him above me has me licking my lips.

Yeah, Dillon Henry knows what I need.

A deliciously dirty fucking.

But it’s like he can read my mind because when he grins, he eases up, so the gentle glide of his cock is torturously slow. It gives the added effect of his pubic bone lazily grinding against my clit, and I don’t know if I should cry, plead, or just lay here and take it.

“There’s time for fast and dirty.” He punctuates each word with a forceful thrust. “And there’s a time for making love.” This time, he slows down his movements, but they are no less impactful. My body is overloaded with sensations and doesn’t know which one to reach for. “But tonight? Our last first time? Tonight, we’re doing both.”

It’s the last thing he says before he alternates deep, hard thrusts with gentler ones that touch my soul on a cosmic level. Each sweet plunge is accentuated with a devastating kiss, and every lancing impale lodges me deeper inside a world where only Dillon and I exist.

I can’t keep up, and my body is cresting on the verge of an Earth-shattering orgasm. Dillon must feel my walls contracting because he pulls back a mere inch to watch my face. “Come for me, sweetheart. Give me your everything, and trust me to hold you together.”

His words are my undoing because I want that. At the end of the day, I just want to know that someone will be there to catch me if I fall.

And by the look in Dillon’s eyes, I’ll have to cut out his heart before he ever lets me fall. So I let go.

I come so hard I think I black out, and when I come to, Dillon is right where he said he’d be—holding me to him like he can fight my demons while seducing my fantasies.

For once in my life, I fall asleep with only one thing filling my brain: Dillon Henry.

CHAPTER31

DILLON

Penny moves to the stove in her small kitchen, which is currently overrun with people. Lochlan is here, and so is his sister-in-law, Eli.

It’s been seven days since she gave herself over to me. Seven days of feeling a love that burns so brightly from within, I’m half convinced if you look too closely, you’ll see the charred remains of my self-control.