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I fucked her so hard I feared I’d break her.

But she took all of me, holding on to me while I watched her in amazement. Underneath me, Sienna shuddered, her pleasure-glazed eyes on me, urging me to go faster and deeper.

Until I fell apart right alongside her.

It took a long time to get to this spot, and that thought from five years ago came rushing back. The two of us… We were so fucking good together. We fit perfectly.

We belonged together.

TWENTY-NINE

SIENNA

Ifelt Tyran’s pleasure like a drum beat in my chest.

My chest heaved and my knees wobbled, although there was no pressure on them.

Lifting my hazy stare to Tyran, my body trembled against his, ecstasy rolling off me in tidal waves.

He withdrew from me, then collapsed to my side and pulled me to him.

“Good girl,” he breathed, his lips skimming over my skin. “Good fucking girl.”

I didn’t know why he was praising me. Maybe because I didn’t have a panic attack, or maybe because I made him feel as intensely as he made me feel. I hoped it was the latter.

My breathing was erratic and my skin sweaty. It felt like I’d just run a marathon, but the end result was a sated body after an orgasm instead of the bullshit of burned calories. Although, we probably burned some too.

Turning, he reached for a bottle of water that sat on the nightstand, unscrewed the top, and handed it to me.

“Drink this. I’ll be right back,” he said as I took it.

I nodded, then took a gulp while I watched him disappear into the closet and then the bathroom. He returned with a wet washcloth and a bag of Hershey’s chocolates.

“Sit up, baby, and eat some of this while I clean you.”

The image of his words flared my desire all over again and my body hummed as I did what he asked.

He held out the chocolates for me.

I did as he said and took the chocolates while he gently spread my legs and started cleaning up my inner thighs. I watched as he sensually, albeit methodically, started wiping my flesh. There was something about this that made my heart race. Or was it singing? I didn’t know.

All I knew was that I couldn’t tear my gaze off Tyran, who was focused on my pussy.

“Eat, Sienna,” he urged, never looking up as he traced his finger over a trail of cum and gently pushed it back inside me.

“Eat, Sienna. If I have to say it again, there’ll be some spanking involved.”

I shuddered, a small moan slipping between my lips.

What the hell was happening to me?

Rather than dwelling on it, I did as he ordered.

The crinkling of cellophane filled the room and I popped a chocolate into my mouth.

“You know, there’s chocolate in Europe,” I said around the candy. “One might argue European chocolate is better than Hershey’s.”

He chuckled.