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I stroke a hand along her spine, fingers splaying out. “This morning.”
“Jesus,” she breathes out, squeezing my fingers. “It’s cold.”
“It might hurt because you’re not prepped. I’ve never—” I choke when she ignores my warning and presses against my cock, her tight cunt sucking the head inside. “Fuuuck,” I groan.
“So big. Oh my God—”
I push forward, slowly burying inch after inch of me inside of her. She’s so fucking wet that I slide inside with little resistance, despite how tight she is. My chest is constricted, claws scratching just below the surface. Want to fuck her hard, but I’m holding back. I won’t hurt her.
When I’m buried as deep as possible, she rolls her hips and whimpers when my piercing brushes the most sensitive part of her. I note the reaction when I retreat and then shove back in, angling myself so the metal hits that spot again.
She gushes over my shaft and slicks my balls. I strengthen my thrusts, and her following scream tightens every inch of my body. She’s writhing on the hood of the car, each thrust jerking her forward.
“Let go. Fuck me like you mean it.” It’s a hoarse demand. It undoes me. I give in, too weak to fight against my urges any longer.
The moment I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back, she’s moaning even louder, the sound so perfect I throb inside of her. My groin slaps her ass, and the sound of each hit carries over the dark, empty road like a rumble of thunder.
I tighten my grip on her hair and pull her body all the way back until my chest hits her back. The new position makes her take me impossibly deeper, my piercing dragging across her walls. She mewls desperate sounds and cups her tits, rolling her filthy fingers over her nipples.
“You stabbed a man tonight. Did you do that for me?” I grind the words into her ear.
A strong shiver rushes through her before she begins to nod, the movement seeming to go on forever. “Yes.”
I bring my free hand to her front and cup her throat. Her pulse is rapid beneath my palm. “You looked so beautiful with your fingers around his throat. Did you feel beautiful, Tinsley?”
“Only when you looked at me,” she coos.
The rumble of her words seeps into my skin, and I pick up the pace of my thrusts, making the car rock from the intensity of them. Tinsley’s pussy clamps down on me, squeezing me so tight I begin to see stars behind my eyes.
“Tell me you’re close,” I beg, a knot of pleasure spreading in my groin.
“So close, Noah. I just—I want—” She breaks off, her nails clawing at my bare thigh when I thrust in and roll my hips before pulling out. “Tell me you love me again.”
The new term settles inside of me, growing warm behind my rib cage. I furrow my brows and ignore the feeling.
Tinsley is not just a part of my life; sheismy life. Bound by something beyond comprehension, we are forever. I live for her, and I would die for her.
By her understanding of the term, yes, I do love her. I will never believe that love is a word worthy of what I feel for her, but if she needs to hear it expressed in a singular form, I will give her that. I’ll tell her every moment of every day if it makes her happy. I swore a long time ago that I would do everything in my power to keep her, and I plan on doing that.
She’s mine. In the past, present, and future. And that will never change. I’ll make sure of it.
Tilting her head to the side, I bring my mouth to her ear and whisper, “I love you, Golden Girl.”
Her climax barrels into her at full speed.
“I’m coming! Fuck, I’m coming!” she screams, shoving her head back against my shoulder. Her body begins to shake, growing weak under the strength of her release.
“I love you,” I repeat, pleased with the way the words bring her such intense pleasure. They’re new, alien, but as they echo in the night, they feel right. The realization settles me, confirming I made the right choice by speaking them out loud.
As Tinsley comes undone in my arms, I chase after my own climax. With a few final, powerful thrusts, I lose myself inside her, thick ropes of cum spilling deep, marking her as mine in the most primal way.
She collapses onto the hood, the car groaning beneath her weight, and I follow, covering her trembling body with my own. Our breaths are ragged. My heart thunders against her back. We both stay silent. Until she stiffens beneath me.
I was dreading this moment. For the reality of what we’ve done to settle on her shoulders. Her conscience. I don’t have anything to make peace with. I don’tneedpeace when it comes to Cole. Does she?
“We really did all of that, right? I didn’t imagine it?” Her voice is raw, thick with too many emotions.
“We did.”
