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He buried himself deeper and deeper.

“Fine.” He raised to his knees on the bed, raising my legs onto his shoulders even higher, angling me just enough for him to take up the last bit of room I had left inside of me. “Come for me, baby.”

He was relentless as he pounded into me. But within seconds, I was shattering underneath him, my walls squeezing him tightly.

“Amelia, shit,” he groaned, following closely behind with his own orgasm.

We rode out our high together. His lips covered mine with the small remnants of passion that filtered out of his body.

Our bodies were laden with sweat, my sheets completely a mess. I could only imagine what I looked like.

I wanted the regret to hit me like a truck, but nothing came as I stared at the man who still hovered above me, searching my face as I did his. Those green eyes glistened with a peace I had never seen.

We had just crossed a line today that could not be uncrossed. I had moved into new terrain with him and had to figure out how to navigate it.

Nathaniel Cane was not the kind of man you experienced without a few scars. I just had to make sure I survived whatever came next.

19

NATHANIEL

The rain had calmed outside to a slight drizzle, and the sun had fallen, giving way to the night. Amelia lay beside me, knocked out and satisfied. After our first round of sex, we ate some chocolate cake. She convinced me to try an episode of Stranger Things. But as we lay underneath the covers completely naked, my hand found her wet and ready to go again.

We had gone at it like rabbits. But the real kicker was that I was still hungry for her. Not an ounce of the hunger I had for her had quelled. I wanted more of her, so I took her in every way she was willing to give. We had had sex on the floor, the bed, and her countertops, and I had eaten her out on the table. I had claimed every orgasm and silenced every pleasure-filled cry.

She was so responsive to my touch. As I lay beside her, trailing my fingers up and down her back, she shuddered slightly in her sleep.

We had fallen asleep a few hours ago, but I was cursed with insomnia and could not sleep through the night. So, when I woke up, she was still knocked out cold. I don’t know how long I had laid here just staring at her face, but it had felt like no time had passed.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her dark hair unruly, but she never looked more beautiful. I had fought it as best as possible, but the pull between us was too great.

Amelia stirred a little in her sleep, but she didn’t wake, so I kept moving my hand up and down her spine. After a few minutes had passed and I was convinced she was still asleep, her lips pulled up into a soft smile.

“You’re staring,” she mumbled into the pillow. “I can feel it.”

“How long have you been awake?” I asked.

She popped her eyes open to look up at me. “Long enough to know you’re obsessed with me, Cane.”

“Obsessed with you?” I stilled my hand on her back. “Says the woman who kept screaming my name all night.”

Her eyes popped open before she ducked under the sheets hiding from me. I let out a soft chuckle pulling the sheet from her face. But she clutched onto that thing for dear life.

“Lia,” I laughed. “Let it go.”

“No,” She squeaked. “I just realized that I look a complete mess, and you were looking at me while I was a complete mess. Turn around.”

“I’ve already seen you.”

“Don’t care,” she held onto that sheet as if her life depended on it. “I need to look more presentable.”

I gave one last tug and released the sheet showing her face. She buried her face into my naked chest, to which I just laughed again. She was just too damn adorable.

“Oh my God, look away, Nate.”

Her calling me Nate just made my whole day. I loved how it rolled off her tongue, coated with a sweetness like honey.

“You look fine, sweetheart. In fact…” I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back to look into her eyes. “You look freshly fucked and radiant.”

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