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I’m grateful for the mirror across from our bed; I can watch him enter me from behind. His eyes are locked on mine in our reflection as he lines his cock up with my pussy.

His fingers tangle in my hair, and he tugs my head back as he penetrates me in a slow slide. He thrusts in hard at the final inch, burying his shaft deep inside me.

I’m pinned between his cock and his grip on my hair, helpless to do anything but wait for him to fuck me in earnest.

“You’re so tight with the plug,” he hisses through gritted teeth, and I realize he’s paused to rein in his release. “And you feel so good squeezing my cock with your cunt.”

No condom separates us this time. We’re joined in the most intimate way possible, and I can’t wait for him to mark me deep inside.

“I want your cum in me,” I pant. “I want to feel you lose control for me.”

He barks out a harsh curse and drives into me, hard enough to jar my entire body. Stinging pain flares on my butt when he delivers a sharp slap. It makes me keenly aware of the plug inside my ass, and I gasp as I clutch at the sheets.

“Do that again.”

He groans at my crass demand and delivers two more stinging swats. I clamp down on his dick with a ragged shout.

He reaches beneath me and applies pressure to the vibrator, grinding it against my clit. I scream his name and hit my peak, ecstasy shuddering through me in relentless waves.

I milk his cock, and he follows me into bliss with a primal roar.

He spills his hot seed deep inside me, just as I’ve craved for months. The pleasure of our union is so powerful that my heart expands painfully against my ribcage.

I watch him in the mirror with open awe as he fucks me for the final harsh strokes. His powerful body flexes, and his beautifully sculpted face is alight with soul-deep satisfaction.

The man in the reflection looks so different from the boy I once knew, but he’s still the one I love. The only one for me.

His blue eyes shine where they’re fixed on mine.

My Brandon.

22

KAROLINA

York is gorgeous in the waning autumn sunlight. It gleams on the ancient city walls, making them shine with a golden glow.

Brandon holds my hand as we walk towards Bootham Bar for the first time since he whisked me away to our country estate to protect me from his enemies.

That’s all over now.

We’re starting our new lives together. Outwardly, we’re still Rand and Lena, but we’re our true selves with one another.

It’s a secret that bonds us, and I enjoy the fact that I’m the only one who gets to call him by his real name.

I’m every bit as possessive and unhinged as he is.

“What are you grinning about?” he asks, studying me with that slightly maniacal smile.

“I’m just happy,” I say, squeezing his fingers. “Happier than I’ve ever been.”

We’re walking past King’s Manor, where I’ll return to my MA studies next week. My department chair agreed to grant me an extension when Brandon’s private physician wrote a sick note for me.

He didn’t mention anything about my almost fatal stab wound. The prolonged illness he invented seemed to satisfy the administrators.

“Will you miss being a professor?” I ask Brandon.

He snorts. “Not in the slightest. That job prevented me from being with you. How can I possibly miss it?”