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Two fingers push inside me so suddenly and deeply that I buck beneath him, a broken sound leaving me as pleasure tangles with the sting of the intrusion.

Sweat gathers at my collarbone. I drag in ragged breaths, my mouth open against his as my body adjusts around his fingers and then starts demanding more.

Bane gives it to me by driving his fingers deeper. His palm grinds against my clit, his other hand tangled in my hair to keep my head where he wants it.

Each thrust makes my hips lift from the seat with a creak of leather, and the temperature inside the car climbs with every movement until sweat slicks my skin and the edges of my vision begin turning white.

He keeps his attention fixed on my face instead of talking, watching every reaction, the smell of sweat, sex, grass, and dust from the open window fills the car.

His knuckles press hard enough against my hip to leave bruises as he wedges me deeper into the seat, and his palm stays firm against my pussy. His fingers work so deep inside me that my thighs begin trembling around his wrist.

I still want more, and when I lift my hips to meet another thrust, the movement tells him exactly how much.

He pulls his hand free with his fingers glossy and shaking, and I watch him reach for his jeans. I try to catch my breath.

He gets them open quickly before the head of his cock presses against me, hotter than his hands and thick enough that my body stretches around him before he even thrusts.

Bane kisses me hard as he pins my knees higher with his elbows and drives into me, pushing so deep that the force of it tears an animal sound from my throat.

The gearshift jams into my thigh when my body shifts beneath him, but the pain disappears beneath the pleasure racing up my spine as I claw at his shoulders and arch farther from the seat.

I’m already close after his fingers, and he knows exactly what he’s done to me. He fucks into me with brutal, slick thrusts that drive my body upward with every stroke, keeping me pinned beneath him.

The pressure builds tighter around my ribs and my hands lock onto him because I’m rapidly losing the ability to do anything except take what he’s giving me.

“Fuck, just like that,” I pant as I bury my hands in his hair and drag him down far enough to bite his neck, and the sound that tears from him vibrates through his chest and he drives into me again.

I want this to last even as my body keeps pushing toward the edge, and I claw at his back when he says my name with enough strain that it almost breaks apart.

His grip tightens around me as I shove my knees higher, changing the angle until each thrust reaches deeper and sends another rush of pleasure through me. I pull him closer, desperate for every part of him I can get.

The pressure inside me climbs beyond anything I can control.

“Bane, I…” I gasp against his neck, but the rest disappears when the orgasm tears through me and my body clamps around him.

I come hard enough that everything beyond the car drops away beneath the slap of his hips and my own broken cries, and he keeps fucking me through every contraction, his body pinning me against the seat while his cock grinds into the deepest, most sensitive part of me.

Sweat runs over his skin as he shakes above me, his jaw clenched hard enough for me to see the pulse beating there.

“Emma,” he groans, the sound rough against my mouth as his thrusts begin to lose their control, and I dig my fingers into his back because I can feel how close he is and need to watch him finally give in to it.

He cups my face and presses his mouth against mine before telling me, “Come for me again,” and my body responds.

I clench around him as my nails drag through the sweat on his back, another orgasm pulling through me while he keeps fucking me until a trembling growl breaks from him and the last of his control disappears.

Bane drives himself as deep as he can get, his legs braced against the driver’s side while his entire body shakes above mine. I feel the pulse of his cock as he comes inside me, filling me.

I tighten my arms around him because I want to keep him buried there and hold on to every part of what we’ve just done.

We’re both gasping when his movement finally stops, my damp hair stuck across my forehead as my shirt remains shoved beneath my armpits and my skirt stays bunched around my waist.

Bane’s hands are still locked around my hips, and I keep mine against his back while we struggle to catch our breath in the humid car, the leather beneath us slick.

He stays over me until his breathing begins to ease, then lifts his head and looks at me. I push his damp hair away from his forehead, and his mouth curves before he turns his face into my palm and kisses it.

“I love you,” he says again.

I smile and pull him back down to me. “That’s better.”