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He mutters a curse, and I can practicallyfeelthe restraint crackling over his skin.

“Fuck me,” I grit out harshly. “Please just fuck me.”

It starts off with a low growl that intensifies to a roar, and then whatever little scrap of control he was hanging onto?

It doesn’t just snap.

It disintegrates. As if it never was even there.

And he’s falling, falling…

Sinking deep inside me, right down to the hilt.

And I’m flying.

My mouth opens on a silent gasp, head thrown back, body arching.

Nolan buries his face in my neck. Fingers find mine, sliding them up near my head, pinning me there. Deep inside me, he gives a shallow thrust like he’s trying to crawl deeper inside me.

He’s bare. Oh God, he’s bare.

I have Nolan’s cock inside me. No barrier. Just him. Me and him.

Tears sting my eyes and I feel a sob climbing up my throat. My entire body buzzes with sensation—nerve-endings sparking. And it hurts. It feels so fucking good, it hurts. Feeling this full, knowing I’ll never be this full again.

Not like this.

Somehow, I just know, in this moment, I’ll never find this again.

Wrapping my arms around Nolan’s back, I hug him to me, squeezing with all my strength until my ribs ache, my bones grind, and my lungs strain.

But I don’t ease up, and Nolan just murmurs, “Sweetheart,” in my ear, sadly, brokenly, like he knows too just how fucked we are.

It isn’t just me. It can’t be.

He pulls back, giving me no choice but to ease my grip on him. As if he senses where my thoughts went, he peers down at me with bloodshot eyes and nods.

I nod back.

And then we kiss.

We kiss and we kiss and we don’t stop kissing.

Not when he starts moving, fucking me with slow, deep, toe-curling thrusts.

Not when he sits back, pulling me up with him, and we move together, chest to chest. Beating heart to beating heart.

Not when he roars into my mouth, spilling hotly inside me.

It’s only when I shatter around him a second later, that I fall away from his lips with a sob, burying my face in his shoulder…

That we stop.

CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT

NOLAN

It’s raining.

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