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“Look at how well you take me, Valerie. You were fuckingmadefor me.”
I looked up. He was staring at my face now, the smoke in his eyes holding me captive. I couldn’t look away and neither could he. Wet sounds echoed between us as he slowed his thrusts, taking his time. My walls fluttered, and I could feel my second climax coming.
I was made for him, and he was made for me.
He was perfect to me, broken pieces and all. He was all I needed.
“D—Denver,” I stuttered, sucking in a breath as my arms shot up to wrap around his neck. His dark brows furrowed, not stopping his movements. We continued to hold each other’s eyes as he spoke.
“When will you stop?” he asked gruffly, snaking a hand around to my front to stroke my swollen clit. His forehead rested against mine, pushing his hat further back on my head.
“Stop—stop what?” I moaned.
“Enchanting me.”
Never.
I yanked him down to my lips and kissed him hard. My thighs began to shake again, and his thumb moved against my bundle of nerves faster, but his thrusts remained steady. His tongue teased mine. The taste of myself on him was intoxicating. After a few moments, a growl left him, and he fucked me faster.
“I want to mark you,” he growled against my lips. “I want your body covered in my bruises and bite marks.”
I whimpered, wanting that too. I wanted the whole world to know I was his and he was mine.
“I want this little pussy filled with my seed every day.”
My core clenched around him. “Yes!” I cried.
“You gonna be a good girl and let me fill that cunt?”
I nodded as my head fell back, my breasts bouncing with each thrust.
“Say it,” he spat, pinching my clit.
“Ah! Smoke!”
He grabbed the back of my head and yanked me upright. The look on his face was downright feral. “Say the words.”
I love you.
“Fill me, Denver. That’s what I want,” I gasped.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
“Valerie,” he moaned, and that set off my third climax. He said my name like a prayer. His movements became erratic, and with two more thrusts, I felt him swell inside me as I squeezed him. We held onto to each other, neither of us speaking. The kitchen filled with the sounds of our breathing, and it was music to my ears.
He was music to my ears.
I love you, Smoke.
I couldn’t tell him, not yet. There was too much going on. Once the dust settled and nothing surrounded us but his smoke…then I would tell him. I would tell him he owned me. I would tell him my heart was his, that I never wanted to part from him or Hallow Ranch again.
Until then, I would love him in silence.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Denver
“Holy,Mary.”
