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I inhale a ragged breath.
“Hey, hey.” Bexley reaches for me, gently tugging me toward him. He touches his head to mine and sucks in a sharp breath. “You are so fucking strong, Mia. One of the strongest people I know. You can do this. You have to do this… I can’t lose you. I can’t ever lose you.”
“I kept telling myself we’d find a way out, that I’d figure out something… but there isn’t a way out, Bex. I’m his prosapia. That isn’t going to change.”
Bexley stiffens, the tether between us pulling taut. The air crackles, shifting and swirling around us.
Then the tether snaps.
I don’t know who moves first, but we collide in a blur of tongue and teeth, hands and sighs. Bexley hauls me onto his lap and grinds into me.
“You’re mine, mouse. Mine,” he rasps, kissing me with big, open-mouthed kisses that trail down my jaw and along the slope of my neck. His hand wraps around my throat and pushes me back against the steering wheel.
“He can’t have you, because you’re mine. Nothing he says or does will change that. I’m here, Mia.” He presses his hand flat against my breastbone, over my heart. “You fucking own me.”
A whimper spills from my lips as I dive for his jeans, tugging and clawing at his belt until it comes loose. Bexley lifts his hips, helping me get his jeans down enough to free his cock. I pump him a couple of times, reveling in the moans he makes in the back of his throat.
“I need you, mouse. I need inside you.”
I lean up and pull my skirt up, slipping my panties aide, and sink down on him, crying out at the sudden fullness.
We don’t move.
We just sit there.
Bexley hard and ready inside me.
My hand slides up his jaw, gripping him, and I stare right into his eyes. “Tell me I’ll always be yours. No matter what, Bex, tell me…”
“Mine,” he growls, thrusting up, making us both moan. His hand tightens around my throat as I start to roll my hips, slow and torturous strokes that build an intense wave inside me.
Bexley’s other hand digs into my hip enough to leave bruises, but I welcome the pain. I want to feel it all, I want to feel everything with this man.
My hands curl into the hair at the nape of his neck, and I touch my head to his, anchoring us together. “I love you, Bexley Easton. I’m in love with you.”
He blinks at me, his mouth parted on a small gasp. “Y-you love me?”
I nod, fighting a smile.
“Fuck, little mouse. Fuck!” He takes over, thrusting into me with complete abandon. It’s hard and fast and sweat coats my skin as he tells me with actions, not words, that he feels the same.
My hand flies out, slamming against the window as I meet him, thrust for thrust. “God, Bex… God…”
“That’s it, Mia. Take me, take all of me and show me who you belong to.”
My legs begin to quiver as the pleasure drenches every inch of me, and I shatter.
“Fuck, that feels good. Squeeze me, Mia. Just like that.” Bexley groans my name as he falls over the edge with me, spurting hot jets of cum inside me.
Our chests heave between us as we ride out the aftershocks. He buries a hand in my hair and cups the back of my neck, leaning in to flick his tongue over my lips. “I love you, Mia. I don’t know when or how it happened, but I do. I love you so fucking much.”
Contentment fills me as I collapse against him, and we sit there, basking in the moment, pretending that when we get back to Gravestone things will be different.
After we cleaned up, Bexley drove me home. I didn’t want to leave him. I forced myself from the car and watched as he drove away. Dad still wasn’t home, but Mom was back, waiting for me.
“Mia, sweetheart, where have you been?” she asked, and I fed her some lie about going for a walk.
I don’t know if she believed me, but she didn’t push. She’s been too busy asking me questions about Cade and the Electi, about what it’s like being his prosapia.
