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As my body adjusted to him, he slowly sank deeper. I felt the need to yank him down on top of me, and I tightened my thighs around him, tilting my hips up to meet him.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Give me a sec, babe.”

His cock buried deep inside me, every inch of him pulsing, every inch of me throbbing. There was a raw need for him to move. To thrust. “Please, Kilter.”

“You’re so fuckin’ tight and feel so damn good, Rayne.” He slid halfway out then back in again.

I closed my eyes and arched, meeting his slow thrust. “Faster,” I begged, one hand at the back of his neck, fingers bunching in his hair and pulling.

He moved faster.

Deeper.

Harder.

I clenched around him. The sensation of him moving inside me was like being taken away from all the bad, erasing it and being set free.

His hips ground into me, and with his thrusts, the pressure built until every part of me clenched around him.

My breath hitched. “Kilter,” I cried.

He thrust harder. Our bodies slapping into one another in perfect rhythm. “Fuck! You there, babe?” he ground out, his face tight.

I was already there. “Kilter,” I screamed, as I came hard and fast. Everything inside me quivering and shaking.

“Yes.” Kilter pumped into me hard three more times before he made a low graveled groan as he came, too.

Our chests heaved, hearts pounded, and our skin was heated as he both stilled and stared at one another for a minute, taking in what we shared, knowing it was special.

And, yeah, knowing this was more. We were more. And it was endless.

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