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“You make me that way.”

“I guess we’ve got that in common, because that’s how I’ve felt since the day we met.”

I pulled back to grin at her, then couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her. Her mouth was my downfall—always had been. I kissed her until I forgot who I was, where I’d come from. Until all that mattered was her soft body beneath mine. I ran my hand up her side, marveling at the softness of her skin. I lifted her top over her head, then unclasped her bra. Her breasts were perfect. Small and round with pink pearls for nipples. I ran my tongue over the left one and enjoyed the shiver that went through Alba, my hand moving to plump her other breast.

The frantic energy inside me calmed slightly as I ran my hands over her body, but I still felt keyed up, on edge, just this side of out of control. My hands framed her chest, then moved down to span her stomach. I inhaled the scent of her skin, tried to ground myself with her presence.

“Vaughn,” she said, her hands clawing at my shirt.

I ripped it off. “I’m here.”

“I need you.”

Her eyes were blue, blue. Her lips were kiss-bruised. She was mine. I would never let her go. Not if she told me I wasn’t good enough for her. Not if some other guy tried to woo her away with promises of riches and privilege. She was mine now.

THIRTY-ONE

ALBA

Sometime in betweenleaving Koval’s and that moment on my bed, the energy between Vaughn and me had shifted. He touched me like a man starved. He kissed me like I was the only thing that mattered.

It fed the neediness inside me. Made me feel wanted, beautiful. I wrapped my arms around him and sighed at the warmth of his skin, the hard pack of muscle beneath my palms. I ran my mouth over the bulk of his shoulder and traced the line of his stubble on his neck.

“Vaughn,” I repeated, shimmying as he pulled off my bottoms, underwear and all.

“You’re mine, Alba,” he said, his voice rough. “I’m not letting you go.”

His words sparked something in my gut. Excitement. Pleasure. Hunger. I wanted to belong to him. I wanted him to want me so badly that he was deranged with it, because no one had ever wanted me like that before. It was easier to reckon with the size of my own emotions when he was wild with his own.

Then his mouth was on me, and there was no time to reckon with anything at all. His hands spread me, his lips devoured me, and I flew. I clung to his hair and rocked myself against hismouth, my heart thumping so fast I thought I might pass out. I cried out his name and arched when he entered me with a finger. Two.

It was a frenzied, delirious coupling. Vaughn flipped me onto my stomach and hiked my hips up, then licked into my opening as I moaned into the covers. He spread my arousal over my clit, back to my ass. He rasped that I belonged to him. That he’d keep me always. That I was his.

And I agreed. I was a raving, shameless woman. Putty in his hands. He knocked my knees wider and ran his hand between my thighs.

“Who does this belong to?” he growled, entering me with a finger. He curled it, rubbing inside me as I writhed on the bedsheets.

“You,” I panted. “I belong to you.”

“All of you.”

“All of me,” I agreed, my fists twisting into the sheets as he drove me to another shouted orgasm with nothing but a finger inside me and a thumb circling my clit.

I loved belonging to him. I loved giving him my body. I loved that he wanted me so badly he was incensed. That’s how I felt too.

The bed dipped, and I gasped for breath while I tried to get my bearings. My arms shook as I propped myself on my elbows, sweat slicking my hair to my forehead as I glanced over my shoulder. Vaughn was behind me, a conquering warrior, all brawn and greed. I’d put that look on his face.Me.

His cock slipped between my legs, hot and hard against my flesh. He rocked his hips, an exhale slipping through his lips. “I want to take you like this, Alba.” His hand smoothed up my spine and back down again. His eyes landed on mine. “Want to feel my skin against yours, finish inside you. Make you all mine, princess.”

It was the kind of thing that, if a girlfriend had told me about it after, I would have rolled my eyes. Yes, he wants you so badly he just can’t wear protection. How tired. How cliche. I wasn’t that stupid—no way.

Except I was precisely that stupid. I felt his cock against me, felt the weight of his attention and his desire and his covetousness, and I wanted to be his. I wanted to feel him inside me and drive him as wild as he drove me. I wanted all of him—just as he wanted me.

My chin dipped. “Yes,” I whispered.

He groaned, his hips rocking forward so that his cock slid against me. The hair on his thighs rasped against the back of mine. His hands tightened around my waist. “You want me to fuck you like this, Alba?”

“Yes,” I repeated. The covers on my bed felt rough against my forearms, my knees. “Yes, Vaughn.”