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“Wilder,” she moaned. “Please. No more teasing. I want to feel you.”

He nodded. “Good, because I can’t wait anymore, love. I want to be buried so deep inside you, you never forget me.”

“I never could,” she vowed.

Wilder took off his underwear and positioned himself at her entrance. “It might sting. I don’t want to hurt you. Just tell me if it’s too much.”

She arched up to meet him, and he slid an inch inside. Her eyes rolled back, and she brought her hips up to meet him. “More,” she cried.

He eased another inch, this time, feeling the thin barrier.

“More,” she begged.

“Amelia,” he growled, pushing all the way inside of her.

She gasped, and he stilled. It was only then he realized she was already moving under him, egging him on with a rhythm that was pure instinct and purely Amelia.

He began to move in and out of her, sensing exactly what she needed. Her hands gripped his shoulders, and she kissed him with everything she had. She couldn’t know if it was good for him, but soon, his grunts and moans made her feel impossibly sexy.

She met him thrust for thrust, firing a deep release to life. Its sheer strength was terrifying at first. It came on with such speed, she thought she would be lost to oblivion forever.

But Wilder was there, holding her. She cried out as her entire body exploded with pleasure. She rode out her orgasm, crying out his name while Wilder’s pace increased.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Amelia. And you’re mine. All mine.” He nuzzled her neck and nibbled at the skin gently. She knew that a mate would bite down and tie them together forever.

She nearly asked him to do just that, but the thought vanished from her head when Wilder stiffened inside of her and filled her with his come.

“Amelia,” he groaned, collapsing on top of her. “Oh, Amelia.”

He gathered her in his arms and didn’t let her go, even as he fell asleep.

Amelia lay in his arms, listening to his breathing and the sound of his heart beating. She didn’t want him to wake up. He would only let her go, and that was the last thing she wanted.

If she had her way, Amelia would be in his arms forever.

SEVENTEEN

WILDER

“You willeventuallyhave to let me get out of bed,” Amelia laughed as Wilder grabbed her by the waist and dragged her back beside him. It wasn’t the first time he pulled her back into bed, yet Amelia giggled at his antics.

His heart filled with joy as he chuckled along with her. He unwrapped his arms from around her naked body and whispered in her ear, “I’m not keeping you.” She rolled away an inch before he reached out to her again. “You little minx. Where do you think you’re going?”

“To shower. Start the day.”

“In a minute.”

“You said that a minute ago,” she sighed. She also nestled into him and kissed his chin. “It’s nearly nine.”

Wilder held onto her a little tighter at the touch. There was a specific reason why he didn’t want this moment to end. As soon as they got out of bed, the spell on their time together would be broken.

The real world would creep in, and he would need to make a decision.

Should he tell Amelia who she was to him? Should he cast her aside?

Or should they just carry on as lovers for as long as Amelia needed his protection?

“Are you okay?” Amelia asked, rubbing her index finger down his nose. “You went from flirty to grumpy in about half a second there.”

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