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“But I won’t.” His fingers slam into me deep and hard. “This is my fault, and I’m sorry.” Another stroke, adding a third finger and stretching me deliciously.

I’m going to be bruised and sore tomorrow, but right now, I want him to do it again, so I say the one thing I know for certain will make that happen.

I peer at him through half-glazed eyes and force out, “I hate you.”

I see the half-smirk that lifts the right side of his mouth. And then he licks his lips and rapid-fire plunges his fingers into me, over and over. “I love you, Luna Harrington. My wife. Now come for your husband.”

For him . . . for Carter freaking Harrington. I fly. Sparkles rush through me, or maybe I am sparkles? I don’t know. I just feel like champagne as I soar through the blackness behind my eyes.

I hear a roaring in my ears and think it’s my own heartbeat, but as I float back to consciousness, I realize that it’s Carter. He’s still fingering me so roughly that his knuckles are starting to hurt against my tender parts, but he’s yanked his own pants open and he’s mindlessly coming all over me as he jacks himself furiously.

His head is thrown back, the tendons at the sides of his neck standing out sharply, and his face is contorted with pleasure. The heat of his cum is hot on my skin, and instead of rubbing my clit now, I swipe my fingers through the fluid, spreading it over my bare pussy and up to my lower belly. “Cover me. Mark me . . . husband.”

His head drops, his eyes open and clear as he finds me. I can see what he needs, but I’m still scared to believe him.

“Say it. Tell me the truth. I want your truth,” he grits out.

I couldn’t deny him even if I wanted to. Much like before, the words I’ve been fighting down spill out. “I love you.”

He grunts approvingly as one last spurt leaks over his hand, and then he climbs on the bed with me. “Turn over,” he orders.

I don’t hesitate. I rip my shirt the rest of the way off as I lie on my belly, my glasses thrown aside as I press my cheek into the pillow I cried into last night. Carter has quickly stripped his clothes too, and I feel him kneeling behind me. He lifts my hips into the air and then slaps my ass hard enough to leave a handprint.

“Fuck, this ass looks pretty all flushed pink like this.”

I wiggle slightly, and he chuckles darkly as he does it again. I’m expecting a third strike, but instead, he thrusts into me. I’m surprised he’s still hard, or hard again when he just came, but there’s no doubt that he is thick and solid. Despite being a mess of cum, I clench at the invasion. Not because I don’t want Carter, but because I want to keep him inside me . . . always. Carter grips my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, and I feel vulnerably exposed. “You should see how well your pussy grips me. Pretty lips clinging to my glistening cock, sucking me back in every time I try to pull out.”

He’s thrusting in and out of me slowly, as if he has all the time in the world to study what I look like impaled on him. I moan, arching my back to encourage him to go deeper. Take me, mark me, fuck me . . . claim me.

He doesn’t take the hint but rather runs his thumb through my juices and spreads them up to my ass. He circles the tiny knot of nerves there, exploring my reaction. “Talk to me. Tell me what you want, what you don’t want. I know you know.”

I do, but saying it is hard. Embarrassing, even, though it shouldn’t be. I haven’t tried anal play on my own, but right now . . . “Finger me . . . there.” It’s all I can manage, but it’s enough for Carter.

“Breathe, baby. Relax and let me in.” He dips his thumb in gently, and I cry out. There’s pain mixed in this time, but it’s a good pain? It doesn’t make sense, but I don’t care. Carter keeps his steady pace of deep strokes in my pussy and shallow dips into my ass, and intuitively, I move my fingers to my clit again.

It soothes the pain, turning it into a deep, pulsing pleasure, and in minutes, I’ve relaxed enough that we’re able to go harder, though I sense Carter is being careful with me, watching for signs that it’s too much. But not with his words . . .

“Shit, Luna. We’ve got forever together, and one day, I’m gonna be the lucky man who fucks your sexy ass. I want to fill you every way you’ll let me.”

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