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She pulls me closer, nails digging into my sides, and I lower myself to her, bracing on my elbows to keep from crushing her. Her body is soft, hot, alive against mine. My cock drags over the slick heat between her legs, and it takes every ounce of control I have not to just shove inside her and fuck her senseless.

She reaches between us and wraps her soft hand around my cock.

I groan, a sound ripped straight from my chest. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”

“Good,” she says as her hand slowly slides up and down my erection. My mind blanks out. The only thing I can process is the tight, perfect grip of her hand, and the way her breath ghosts hot across my jaw.

She doesn’t stop. She squeezes, strokes again, and my hips snap forward, chasing her fist. The urge to pound into her hand is so strong my muscles lock up. Fuck, I want to last. I really do. But with Sierra? I’m losing my goddamn mind.

Her eyes lock on mine, and the way she looks at me undoes me. She’s not shy. She’s not scared. She’s hungry. And that makes me desperate to give her everything. Everything.

My hand wraps gently around her wrist, guiding her, showing her how I like it. All too soon, I realize I’m not going to last much longer. I pull out of her grasp and line my cock up at her entrance. I don’t rush. Not yet. Even though my dick is about to explode, I want her to know I’ll always take my time with her. I push the thick head against her, and she’s hot and slick and so goddamn ready.

“You ready, sweetheart?” My voice barely scrapes out of my throat.

She nods, lips parted, trembling under me. “Need you, Rogan. Please. I need you inside.”

That shreds the last of my self-control.

I press in, just the tip, and holy shit, she squeezes me so tight I’m pretty sure I’ll have a bruise on my cock. She wraps her legs around my waist, heels digging into my back. I can feel her trembling, and it does something wild to my head. All my intentions to take it slow dissolve as her hands fist in my hair, yanking me down into a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and pure need.

She’s tight, hotter than sin, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to lose it and slam into her. Her nails rake down my back, her hips lifting to meet me, greedy for more. She moans into my mouth, and the sound damn near breaks me.

I brace one hand behind her head, the other wrapped around her hip, and start to move. The rhythm is instinctive, primal, but there’s nothing mindless about it. Every thrust is deliberate. I want her to feel how much she matters, how much I want her.

Her hands roam down my arms, across my back, and down to my ass like she’s trying to memorize every part of me. She gasps my name, voice high and shaky, and I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to come too soon.

But then she looks up at me, eyes wet and shining, and it’s like nothing else in the world exists. Just her and me, locked together. My body, my heart, my soul, all hers.

I fuck her slow and deep, savoring the way she clings to me, the way her breath hitches every time I bottom out inside her. Her body is perfect, built to fit mine, and I know in this moment that I’ll never want anyone else. Ever.

The world narrows to her, to the way she feels, the way she tastes, the way her body starts to shudder. I can feel her getting close, so I reach down, press my thumb to her clit, and rub gentle circles as I fuck her.

She cries out, head thrown back, mouth open and wild. “Oh my God, Rogan, I’m⁠—”

She comes hard, pussy clamping around my cock so tight I nearly black out. The sight of her losing control is too much. I let go, driving into her one last time as I come, every muscle in my body going taut as I empty inside her.

After, I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her, and bury my face in her neck. My whole body shakes like I just ran a marathon.

“Are you okay?” I mumble against her soft skin.

She squeezes me tight, like she’s never letting go. “Better than okay.”

I roll us so she’s sprawled out on my chest, her cheek pressed over my heart. She sighs, content, and I can’t help but run my hands up and down her back, just feeling the softness of her skin.

“You’re mine now, Sierra,” I whisper.

She hums, lazy and happy. “I like the sound of that.”

I stare up at the ceiling, stunned by how fast my world has changed. But I know, without a doubt, that this is it. She’s my everything now.

I pull the covers over us and close my eyes, still holding her tight. This is just the beginning. I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure she never regrets it.

CHAPTER NINE

SIERRA

One week after my first night with Rogan, I still half-expect to wake up and find this has all been a dream. I stretch awake and find a note sitting on the pillow next to me.