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“Yes, yes, yes!” she cries, her nails clawing down my back. “Fuck me so hard, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.”

I lower myself over her, pressing my body flush against hers, thrusting deep as she shakes beneath me. My hand slides up the back of her neck and grips a fistful of hair at her nape, tight enough to hold her there, and she stares up at me with wide, glassy eyes, lips parted, at my mercy.

“You’re mine, Mia,” I growl against her lips. “Never anyone else’s. Never his again. Never anyone’s but mine.”

“Yes, yes,” she pants into my ear, her arms locking around my neck, her legs around my waist. “I’m only yours. Forever.”

I fuck her harder, and she cries out, and I barely hang on to my control. Pleasure builds and builds as I watch her face. Her lips fall open on every thrust. Her eyes stay locked on mine and glaze over more with every stroke. Her cheeks are flushed pink, her hair a wild tangle on the pillow.

The sounds she makes are raw and helpless and so fucking beautiful. I drink in every second of it, overwhelmed by her.

She’s getting close. I feel her clenching around me, her breath coming in shallow gasps. I keep thrusting, holding her as she starts to shake, until she shatters underneath me, calling out my name.

But I’m greedy tonight. I’ll never get enough of her, not tonight, not ever. I kiss her through it, deep and messy, still thrusting, not slowing down at all.

“Another. You’re going to come on my cock again,” I say against her mouth, sliding my hand between us to find her clit with my thumb. “I’m not stopping until you can’t remember your own name.”

“Oh, oh!” Her whole body jerks beneath me. “I’m too sensitive, I can’t take another one, oh, oh my God, Mateo, it’s too much, it’s too much.”

She arches off the bed, biting down hard on her lip, her nails raking down my arms, her thighs shaking around my hips.

“You can take it. I know you can,” I tell her, thrusting harder, keeping my thumb moving in slow, merciless circles. “One more for me. Be good and give me one more.”

“Yes,” she whimpers, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes as she nods. She clenches around me, and I can feel her building all over again, climbing back up even though she swore she couldn’t.

“You want me to keep you? Be together forever? Never run again?” I say, driving into her deep. “Marry you, put babies in you, make you mine for the rest of our lives?”

“Yes!” she cries, her voice cracking.

“Say it,” I demand, fucking her hard and deep, my thumb still circling her clit.

Tears streak down her temples into her hair, and her voice breaks apart as she begs. “I want you to fuck me so hard. I want you to marry me, and give me babies, and never, ever let me go. I want it all with you. You have me, please let me come, please!”

I work my thumb faster, and she shakes apart beneath me, screaming my name as wave after wave crashes through her, clamping down on my cock so hard it drags me over the edge with her. I spill deep inside her with a shout, my hips jerking against hers, every muscle in my body locked tight until there’s nothing left in me.

I collapse onto my forearms over her, both of us slick with sweat and panting. For a long moment, neither of us says anything. There’s just the rain on the roof and the sound of us trying to catch our breath.

“Oh my God,” she breathes.

I kiss her forehead, smoothing her hair back from her damp face and brushing away a stray tear with my thumb. “You alright? Was that too much?”

She laughs weakly, her eyes still half closed. “I think you fucked me so hard I literally saw stars.”

I laugh against her temple and stay right where I am, still inside her, not ready to let go of her yet. I trace her swollen lips with my thumb, memorizing her like this, flushed and smiling up at me.

She searches my face, suddenly serious. “Did you mean all those things? What you said, that you want it all? Marriage, a few kids down the line, a whole life together.”

“I did,” I tell her, without hesitation. “Every word. You’re it for me, Mia. For as long as you’ll have me.”

She smiles, slow and certain. “Good, ’cause forever sounds pretty good to me too.”

I roll onto my side and pull her against me, dragging the quilt up over us both, and she tucks herself into my chest, her leg hooked over mine, her fingers resting over my heart. We stay like that as the storm rolls out over the water and the thunder fades to nothing, tangled up in each other like we never plan to let go.

CHAPTER 28

Mia

The morning after the storm is bright and almost aggressively cheerful, sun spilling across the cabin porch and the sky scrubbed a clean, cold blue. The wind hasn’t quit, though. It tore the trees half bare overnight, and it’s still coming through in long gusts that send wet red and gold leaves skating across the lawn and rattle the broken branches scattered in the grass. The welcome mat has blown halfway down the steps.