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His hand on my back slid around and down and with unmatched precision hit my clit.

“Please,” I mewled.

“That’s my girl.”

Oh, holy fucking hell, I was going to go again.

“Keep going,” I begged.

Not only did Jonas keep going, but he left me in ruins. Words were coming out of my mouth but they were nothing more than gibberish—pleas and shaky breaths and whimpers and finally carnal sobs.

He pulled his hand out from between my legs, reached up, cuffed my throat, and pulled me up to my knees. I felt his fingertips pressing into the side of my neck as he pressed his chest to my back, leaning in, holding me hostage.

“You want my come?”

Oh god.

“Yes.”

“Inside you?”

“Yes.”

“Then take it, it’s yours.”

It was then I fully experienced Jonas’s orgasm. I felt his cock swell and jerk as he bathed my insides. His mouth slammed down on mine and he growled it down my throat. I was trapped against his hard body, at his mercy, but never had I felt more powerful as I did right then, knowing I owned Jonas—heart and soul he was mine.

“You good?” Jonas asked as soon as I slid into bed next to him after cleaning up.

Because, of course he’d ask that.

“Yeah.”

“I was rough,” he noted, rolling me onto his chest.

“Yes.”

Not only did I hear his chuckle, but I felt it under my cheek. Sublime.

“I’ll give you a few more minutes to regain the utilization of the English language.”

Cocky.

“That’d be good,” I muttered.

I don’t know how long we lay there, him holding me snug, me burrowed in close, my hand on his chest savoring his strong, steady heartbeat. My mind drifting from the past to the present thinking I’d go through everything all over again if it meant I ended up exactly where I was. If it meant that every shitty experience, every form of abuse I’d endured, shaped me into the woman that Jonas needed.

“Jonas?”

“Yeah?”

“Are we crazy?”

Jonas gave me a squeeze. “Define crazy.”

“Foolish. Unhinged. Insane.”

“Right, the foolish thing would be to deny what we both know we have. The insane thing to do would be start building walls, playing it safe, hedging our bets out of fear. We both know the kind of people we are. We both understand it’s all or nothing. So, no, I don’t think we’re crazy.”