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He plunges his tongue inside my mouth, kissing me relentlessly as our hips begin to gyrate together in matching, frantic thrusts. His grip on my wrists tightens when he suddenly growls and pulls back, looming over my body.

“Fuck yes, baby. Clench your pussy, milk my cock, take it all.”

His free hand holds my hip steady, allowing him to thrust at speed until suddenly, and without any warning, my body detonates all over his cock.

My mouth opens with a silent scream, and I throw my head back, arching as I clamp down on his length to pull his orgasm from his sweat-slick body.

His movements become jerky and frenetic while a deep groan rumbles from his chest until he holds himself firmly within my pulsating heat.

I can feel the force of his cum covering my insides, and the feeling of his twitching cock sends shivers of pleasure radiating from my thrumming pussy throughout my body.

Still seated inside my warmth, Nate lets go of my wrists before collapsing onto my chest.

His ear is right above my palpitating heart as both of us try to descend from the heights we’ve reached together.

I press a soft kiss atop his forehead before running my fingers up and down along his spine. Then, exhaling heavily, I wrap my arms around his deliciously heavy weight, tugging him closer.

His body is trembling, his breaths are more ragged than even my own, and it’s several moments before either of us has the ability to utter a word.

Nate’s soft whisper breaks the silence in the orchard surrounding us.

“A thousand lifetimes would never be enough with you, Hellcat.”

CHAPTER 34

NATE

“I’ll get dinner started, Nathaniel.”

Mila’s voice rings out through the wide-open living room, finding my ears as I enter the ensuite bathroom off the master bedroom.

We’d returned from the orchard to find a fully stocked fridge and larder, and to my delight, Mila decided to make my favourite gnocchi from her Nonna’s recipe book.

“I won’t be long,” I call back, divesting myself of my crumpled shorts before stepping under the lukewarm water of the shower.

I scrub my hands down along my face as anxious anticipation settles like a dead weight in the pit of my stomach.

What Mila and I just experienced in the orchard, that level of sheer bliss was otherworldly. And having had it – her – I won’t go back.

But the idea that I’ve been living my wildest dreams with my best friend’s baby sister makes my stomach churn nauseatingly.

The orgasm that had ripped through me had been unlike anything I thought possible. I came so hard my heart nearly burst. My need escalated to extreme heights, and the idea of being away from Mila for even a day, an hour, makes me feel bone-deep grief like I’ve never felt before.

I was fully serious when I told her I wanted to drown in her.

Mila DeMarco is the ocean: wild, untamed, and so fucking alluring the need to submerge myself in her essence is staggering.

I don’t need air to breathe. My lungs live and breathe her very soul, and my inhalations of her post-orgasm, perspiration-drenched skin had given me life as I’d never dreamed of.

We need to tell Henry. That much I know. And the idea of having shit all over our friendship – our brotherly bond – well, to say it isn’t resting easily on my shoulders is an understatement.

“I’m letting the dough rest, so I’ll shower while…”

So caught up in my musings, I don’t hear Mila enter the bathroom. She pulls up short when she sees the expression on my face – she can read me like a damn book.

“No.” She tosses her wrinkled dress to the floor and steps closer, shaking her head. “No, no, no, and no.”

She ducks into the shower, pressing her very naked skin against mine in a way that relaxes my shoulders and most of the tension ebbs from my body.