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“You make me crazy,” he snarled. “The idea of losing you—”

“I’m not going anywhere!” I howled. “It’s one evening. A fucking boring party with tedious people. It will take a couple of hours of schmoozing then I’ll be back with your insane ass—”

He snagged me by the waist, hefted me onto the bathroom counter, then spread my legs and moved between them.

Before I could finish my sentence, his dick was inside me and his face was pushing up against mine. His breath was hot and heavy as he ground out, “You’re never allowed to leave me—”

While I wanted to scream with how fucking fast his cock was tunneling in and out of me, I grabbed the back of his neck again and shoved our foreheads together.

“I’m not going anywhere!” I growled even as my heels dug into his ass and I used my grip on his nape to force his mouth into joining with mine.

As he nailed me against the counter, I tongue-fucked him, fighting fire with fire, refusing to back down when this was important to me.

Like a furious beast, he claimed me and re-claimed me. Over and over. Each thrust imprinting on me, taking me, binding him to me.

But that was what he didn’t understand.

He’d imprinted on me almost two decades ago.

He’d taken me and bound me to him before Shay was even a twinkle in my fucking eye.

I was his.

And he was mine.

Years had been stolen from us, but nothing else would be.

I wouldn’t let it.

As I fucked him back, not just with my tongue and teeth and lips but by thrusting against him, screwing him as much as he screwed me, I felt the orgasm creep up on me with all the finesse of a hammer to the temple.

This time, when I howled, it wasn’t with outrage, it was with relief and release.

My pussy clamped down around his dick, demanding his seed, demanding he fill me, demanding he brand me with his heat, and when he exploded inside me, only then did I pull my mouth from his, did I let go of his nape, and did I embrace him in a fierce hug as we both flew away, broken apart by pleasure, rebuilt again by love.

And as I slumped against him, and as he sagged into me, I whispered in his ear, “You’re stuck with me until the day you die.”

His arms folded around me, and he hugged me tight. “Is that a promise?”

“Bet your ass it is.”

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