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Stars erupt in my vision as three words I cannot hold back bubble to the surface.

A claim on him as he claimed me.

“You’re mine, Quill.”

He groans into me, and I drag his mouth back up to mine and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips.

“Stand up,” I command breathlessly.

He arches a brow but doesn’t object as he slides from the bed. From where I sit on the edge of the mattress, I’m perfectly eye level with his groin. With a blinding quickness, his pants are gone and his cock springs free.

Holding his gaze, I wrap two hands around his shaft and move up and down, applying light pressure. He licks his lips as I dip my head. My tongue flicks against his tip, lapping up the beads pooling there. Heaven and stars eternal, he’s delicious.

A single slow lick from tip to base has Quill moaning.

I relish in it as I grin up at him.

“Do you want to take me in your mouth?” he asks, dragging his thumb across my bottom lip.

I nod.

“Use your words, Rory.”

“Yes,” I say as I lick him again. He shudders.

“Open wide.” My body heats at the command, and I do as he asks. His thumb dips into my mouth, and I have half a mind to suck it just to see how he’d react, but he speaks before I can act on that whim. “Wider, love.”

I widen my jaw as far as I can and ease him in until I cannot fit any more. Which isn’t saying a lot. The moment I close my lips around him, he swears. His hands rest on the back of my head as I take him down my throat, yet he doesn’t force it. He lets me set the pace, the depth, all of it. Tears spring in my eyes as I gag on his length, on his thickness, on him. I grip him in one hand and repeat the motion using my tongue and mouth to work him, moving faster and tighter with each pump. I make a garbled, choked sound as I take him deeper.

“Rory.” His breath rasps. “Fuck.”

But I want more. I want him to scream my name, I want him to curse Death, I want him to beg for release.

I want him to worship me.

He withdraws his cock from my mouth and growls, “How do you want me to fuck you?”

“As if it’s your last time.”

It’s all I can manage before he plucks me up and bends me over the edge of the bed.

His hands roam over my body, cupping my ass, skimming my heat. The tip of his shaft slides up and down my slick core, teasing my entrance. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

“Enough talking,” I groan, desperate to feel his thickness inside me.

“As you wish.” He slams into me in one hard thrust, straight to the hilt, and it steals the breath from my lungs.

He’s moving rough and fast and primal, as if we are two animals rutting in the wild.

Oh my, fuck.

I bury my face into the mattress to muffle my cries of pleasure. If anyone hears⁠—

“Let me hear you.” His hand winds through my hair as he jerks my head back to free my moans. I am not quiet as I arch my back, as his cock hits in all the correct ways. “Your pleasure is absolute music to my ears.”

He continues his bruising pace, releasing my hair and gripping my hips. He slams into me over and over and over. His name is an invocation on my lips. Without relenting, he flips me over so he’s on top of me, perfectly angled between my hips. One hand props him up while the other skims across my ribs. His lips press against my neck, against my pulse, and sharp teeth just barely graze the skin.

I freeze.