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“It’s you who’s giving me a gift,” she corrected.

“You’re wrong. There’s nothing I can ever give you that would mean more than what you’re giving me. Your body, your trust, your emotions—all of you. Just feel with me.”

“More,” she moaned.

“Baby—”

“More weight, Dec. I wanna feel you everywhere. Just you. Only you.”

Jesus fuck.

I lowered down farther and her arms tightened, her fingertips trailed down my back, then her nails scored my skin as she continued to roam. Pain and pleasure mixed, but Autumn’s eyes never left mine as she explored. She didn’t stop, she didn’t rush, she just continued.

I wanted to howl in satisfaction, revel in the beauty she was giving me, groan in pleasure. Everything that had been taken from her and she still had it in her to give me this.

Give it to us.

Goddamn beautiful.

“I need more,” she whispered, and I adjusted the angle and thrust harder. “Yes.”

I reached back, grabbed her arm, found her hand, laced our fingers together, brought her knuckles to my mouth and kissed them. I guided our combined hands to the mattress and rested them by her head.

“This okay?”

“Yes,” she moaned and arched into me.

My eyes moved over her face, drinking in the sight of her, the blush on her cheeks, the way her lips parted. I took in the sexy sounds she made and I could no longer ignore the constant throbbing in my cock.

“Can you take more?”

“Yes. So close.”

“Thank Christ,” I growled and drove in.

Autumn’s breath whooshed out with the force of my drives. Her pussy convulsed and our groans mingled.

“So good, honey,” she panted and my chest tightened.

“Gonna take you harder,” I warned.

Her hand squeezed mine and she lifted her hips to meet my thrusts and I was beyond control. She’d taken it. She owned it. She owned all of me.

“So fucking beautiful,” I groaned. “All of you, baby. The way you hold on. Your pussy strangling my cock. So damn wet. Your hands on me. Your face. Your gorgeous eyes. Fucking Christ, Autumn, I can’t get deep enough, I wanna lose myself in you. Everywhere, I feel you everywhere, and it’s so beautiful, so good I can’t get enough.”

“Declan,” she moaned, then her body locked tight and my jaw clenched as her orgasm broke and her pussy pulsed around my cock.

“So goddamn good, baby.”

I rocked harder, then planted as deep as I could get, which wasn’t deep enough because I wanted to consume her, wanted to fuse us together, wanted more, deeper. But with no farther to go, I dipped my head, took her mouth, and groaned my orgasm down her throat as I emptied myself inside of her.

Fucking, fucking, hell.

Autumn’s tongue tangled with mine as she mewed her pleasure. When the tremors stopped and I regained the use of my body, I slowly started moving inside of her, not wanting to lose our connection. I ended the kiss but kept moving.

“Eyes open and on me,” I demanded.

“I’m with you,” she panted.