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I blink at him, not missing the way he emphasizesoldandyou. We haven’t used condoms since before starting college. At first, I think it has to do with Sydney and his reaction to seeing the pregnancy test. And then I realize exactly what he’s doing.
He’s forcing me to admit I believe him.
To not hide from what happened downstairs.
If I think there’s a chance he cheated, I’m jeopardizing my health by letting him come inside of me.
I shake my head and shift my hips, savoring every inch that stretches me open.
There’s something indescribably intimate about being completely connected with someone you trust and love that runs much deeper than physical pleasure.
Because Idotrust Holden.
I’m demonstrating how much I trust him right now.
“It’s only you, flower. It’s only ever been you and it only ever will be you.”
He hooks one of my knees on his hip, hitting a deeper spot inside of me that makes stars spark behind my eyelids.
“I’m insanely attracted to you. I’m addicted. To your tits and this tight pussy and this mouth.”
His thumb runs across my bottom lip.
“And if you’re ever doubting that, I want you to remember this moment.”
The speed of his thrusts picks up, pounding into me in an unrelenting rhythm. We’re making way more noise than the couple next door.
“I want you to remember how deep I am inside of you. How hard I am for you. I’m buried inside of you, and I already want to fuck you all over again. You’remine, Cassia, just like I’m yours.”
That last declaration is what sends me over the edge.
I come with a loud cry, my inner muscles spasming around him as everything shatters in pleasure. So lost in the swell of ecstasy that I’m barely aware of the warmth seeping inside of me when he finishes, a physical declaration of what he just told me.
Him marking me in the same way I marked him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CASSIA
Brooks is the first person I see when I step inside the campus coffee shop. His eyes light up as soon as he spots me, heading straight this way.
“Hey.”
“Hi.” My greeting is more hesitant than his, so I force a smile to make up for it. “Are you transferring here or something?” I tease.
“Uh, no.” Brooks chuckles, but it comes out sounding a little forced. “I never sleep well in a new place. Especially if thatnew placeis a flat sectional at a frat house.”
“Yeah, I’m the same way,” I admit. “Technically, we call it the basketball house, not a frat house.”
“I thought the party last night was at the basketball house.”
“The JV house. Holden’s place is called Varsity.”
“That’s a thing in college? I thought that was just high school.”
“It depends on the university. Basketball is big here, so they do.”
“Bishop and James are on JV? They’re massive.”
