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“You sure?”

I don’t answer with words. Instead, I dip my hand between our bodies and grasp him, guiding him to where I need him most.

“Fuck, Remi... fuck,” he breathes, as I slide his cock over my clit, teasing us both. “You’re going to be the death of me, baby.”

Ace grabs my hands and pins them above my head before driving into me in one smooth glide. We both cry out as he stretches me.

“Jesus,” he chokes out.

“It feels... God...” My legs anchor around his hips, urging him to move, and he does.

Strong, powerful strokes that I feel all the way down to the tips of my toes.

Ace curves his hand around my throat, pinning me to the mattress. He’s everywhere. His tongue pushed deep in my mouth, his big body pressed up against me as he grinds into me, filling me with every thrust. My hands fight against his hold, desperate to touch him, to feel his muscles ripple beneath my fingers, but it only makes him go harder. Faster. Until I can barely breathe and my vision starts to blur. He isn’t making love to me. He isn’t fucking me. He’s branding himself on my soul, carving his name permanently on my heart.

“Ace, it’s too much,” I whimper, completely overwhelmed by the sensations he’s unleashing on me.

“Ssh, baby.” His mouth is at my ear, his words a hot growl. “I’ve got you.” He releases my hands, letting me grip his shoulders as he begins to ride me slower, deeper, until I don’t know where I end and he begins. My legs fall to the mattress, letting his pelvis bump against my clit, sending bursts of pleasure racking through me.

“You feel so fucking good.” He murmurs the words, painting them onto my lips with his tongue. Our kisses grow frenzied. Hot, wet, dirty kisses as we both race toward the edge.

“You ready to come for me, Princess?”

I mewl some inaudible reply, my heart hammering inside my chest as Ace hooks his arm underneath my thigh and grinds into me at a new angle.

“Fuck... Fuck...” I chant like a girl possessed, a girl ready to sacrifice herself for the cause.

“I’m close,” he rasps, “I’m so fucking close.”

Without warning, Ace pinches my clit hard and my orgasm hits, my pussy convulsing around him as he continues to pump inside me.

“Fucking love you, Remi.” His body tenses, and I know he’s close. I wrap myself around him, locking my ankles around his back as he jerks inside me.

Silence settles over us, nothing but the sound of our ragged breaths and beating hearts. “You good?” he asks, his voice raw.

“More than good.” My lips break into a full smile. “I love you, Ace Jagger.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing that. Or having your tight pussy wrapped around me. It feels like fucking heaven.”

“So romantic.” I roll my eyes playfully.

“If you wanted romance, Princess, you picked the wrong guy.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” I lean up, brushing his nose with mine. “You don’t do so bad.”

Chapter Eighteen

Ace

Remi falls asleep in my arms. It’s easy to forget everything she went through not so long ago, she’s still recovering. I think this weekend will be good for both of us.

Unable to switch off, I slip from the bed and take a shower before pulling on a pair of sweatpants and going back to the job I started in the kitchen. The refrigerator is fully stocked with everything we could possibly need. I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve this, but Ellen pulled out all the stops for this weekend.

Pulling out a couple of steaks, I leave them on the side to rest while I make us a salad. I never enjoyed cooking when I was forced to look after my brothers—it was just another chore that landed on my shoulders, a kid forced to make sure everyone stayed alive and healthy. But as I stand chopping the huge selection of vegetables I find, I discover it’s actually quite relaxing, and knowing that I’m making it for Remi means it’s even more enjoyable.

Fucking hell, I’m so fucking whipped.

I smile at myself, but I really can’t find it in me to care. I don’t give a fuck that she basically holds my balls in the palm of her hand.

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