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And I fucking lose it.

The battle I've been fighting is obliterated in an instant. I throw my head back and roar out my own release, the sound primal and raw, echoing through the space around us.

I empty myself inside her, filling her, marking her as mine yet again without meaning to—without wanting to admit what it means.

But I can't stop.

Can't pull back.

Can't do anything except ride out the most intense orgasm of my fucking life while she pulses around me, taking everything I have to give.

Mine.

The word thunders through my mind with devastating clarity.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

And God help me, I don't know if I'm strong enough to let her go.

Even though I know I should.

Even though I know keeping her will destroy us both.

In this moment, with her body still trembling beneath mine and my release still hot inside her, I can't bring myself to care about anything except the fact that she's mine.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

TOREN

That was one of the most explosive orgasms I have ever had.

Tremors still roll through me unchecked—wave after wave of aftershocks that leave me breathless and trembling. I feel like my entire body is on fire, but the feeling of the burn is sensational and I never want it to stop.

Our labored breaths are the only sounds that shatter the still silence.

In the moment, there was no awkwardness. No doubt. No fear.

But now?

Now the tension is slowly starting to seep back in, filling the space between us with all the things we're not saying. And I hate the doubt that comes with it, hate the way it poisons something that felt perfect just seconds ago.

I can't look at him.

I'm too terrified to see the regret and hate in his eyes if I do. That moment meant something to me, something profound, terrifying and real. Seeing the regret on his face will do nothing aside from torture my already battered heart.

I was never this girl. The one who would leave her friend in the living room alone so she could have sex with a guy. The one who loses herself so completely in someone who's supposed to be her enemy.

I'm turning into the person I never wanted to be.

“You're becoming exactly who you should have been.”

At his quietly spoken words, I jerk my head back and stare up at him with wide eyes, my heart slamming against my ribs.

My chest constricts when I don't see regret or loathing. Instead, I see a war of emotions swirling in the depths of those gray eyes, things too complicated to name, too dangerous to acknowledge.

He slowly eases out of me and I feel the loss of him like a physical ache. He climbs off the ruined bed and I hastily move to follow his lead, reaching for my pants.

But his words give me pause.