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She’s pinned on my cock. I’m fully seated inside her, but it’s not deep enough. I want to be in her body, heart, and mind. I want her to think of me every second of every day, the same way she lives in my head.

The least I can do is fuck her hard enough that she won’t be able to walk without remembering this. I’ll imprint myself on her in every way I can, until she’s just as reliant on me as I am on her.

She’ll look to me for pleasure, for support, for love.

She won’t know how to exist without me ever again.

Her gaze flicks over my fierce expression, and I know I must look terrifying. I’ve let my most possessive instincts surface, and there’s no holding back my covetous feelings for her.

Instead of recoiling in horror, she presses her lips to mine in a silent, savage claim of her own.

I can’t hold back any longer. I pump into her, hard enough to make sure she’ll feel the ache of my cock in her cunt long after we finish fucking.

She inflicts her own ache on me in return, scraping my lower lip with her teeth.

Our joining turns feral. She claws at my back, and I rut into her.

Her body coils tighter around mine, and fireworks explode across my vision. I ruthlessly hold back my orgasm as she cries out her release.

Then she screams my name, and all of my willpower is obliterated.

I barely have the presence of mind to pull out, and my cum lashes her belly as I say her name on a broken shout.

My knees shake, and I carefully sink to the floor with her in my arms. She doesn’t put so much as an inch of space between us. She kisses me like she never wants to stop.

We’re finally together again, reunited.

I thought the possibility of Brandon Harcourt and Karolina Taylor died in the burning stables. I never dared to dream that I could be with her like this.

All these years, I believed I had to become a different man for her to want me.

But she never held me like this when she knew me as Rand.

She never fully trusted me when I was Bones.

All along, her heart has belonged to me. This is the only way it was ever meant to be between us.

I’m Brandon, and she’s my Karolina.

She’s all mine, always.

12

KAROLINA

“Ifeel weird sitting here while you cook dinner for me,” I say, shifting on the plush velvet bar stool at the kitchen island.

“I want to do it,” Brandon rebuts calmly. “I want to take care of you. Let me.”

“Who’s the bossy one now?”

He grins. “You. It’s always you.”

I flick my fingers in dismissal. “I might like it when you take control in the bedroom, but don’t pretend you aren’t highhanded with me. It drove me crazy when you were my professor.”

He chuckles. “Ah, yes. Your charming nickname for me. I remember.”

I manage to be flippant despite a touch of embarrassment. “You earned that nickname, Professor Asshole. Why were you such a dick to me at first?”