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“I’m telling you now.” I was still trying to catch my breath. “Stop. Come here. I need you inside me. Now.”

"You told me to ignore you for a little while."

"Silas."

His laugh was low and rough.

He lifted me from the ledge and carried me into the pool. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he moved backward through the water until my back met the opposite wall. The rock there had been worn smooth by years of heat and water, and it was warm beneath my shoulders.

The pool came up around my ribs. One of his arms braced beside my head while the other supported me beneath my ass, his hand spread wide as he held me against him.

“Look at me,” I said.

He did.

He kept his eyes on mine as he lowered me onto his cock.

Slowly.

I watched every change in his face as he pushed into me. His eyes narrowed, his mouth opened, and the tension in his jaw disappeared as I took him deeper. There was something almost startling about seeing him lose control so openly, especially when I knew I was the reason for it.

I tightened my legs around his waist and pulled him the rest of the way inside me.

A broken sound left him, and he pressed his forehead to mine.

“Wren,” he breathed. “Wren.”

The water changed the way he moved. Every thrust was slower, heavier, and deeper, his body lifting mine and pressing me back against the warm stone. Small waves struck the wall behind me with each movement, and my back slid against the slick rock while I held on to his shoulders.

My palms were still healing, but I barely noticed the tenderness. I could feel the muscles shifting beneath my hands every time he drove into me.

Neither of us looked away.

“Harder,” I said.

He hesitated just long enough for me to feel it.

“Silas. Harder.”

That was all he needed.

He gripped me more firmly and began fucking me harder, the careful rhythm giving way to something rougher and more urgent. The water churned around our bodies and spilled over the edge of the pool onto the stone.

I stopped thinking about anything beyond what he was doing to me.

His body kept me pinned between him and the rock while he drove into me, deep and steady, and heat seemed to gather everywhere at once. His mouth moved close to my ear, his voice low and strained as he said things I had never heard from him before.

“Mine.”

The word made me tighten around him.

His hand flexed beneath me.

“You’re mine. Look at you. Fuck, Wren. Look at you taking me.”

He said it again, and this time I answered without thinking.

“Yours.”