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“Yeah, you were.” I walked her backward until her knees hit the mattress and she sat. I held her jaw, tilting her face up. “I told you tonight where I planned to spend the rest of my life. I meant it.”

Her breath hitched. “Then stop talking and get down there.”

I pressed her back against the mattress with one hand flat on her sternum, holding her there while I knelt between her legs. She squirmed, trying to sit up, and I pushed her down again. The look she gave me was all heat and no patience.

“Harry, if you make me wait, I swear to⁠—”

I dragged my tongue flat against her pussy, and the threat died in her throat. She was already soaked, and the taste of her hit me the way it always did. I was addicted to her flavor on my tongue. My hands gripped the insides of her thighs and spread her wider, pinning her open while my mouth worked her clit. Her fingers found my hair and pulled hard enough to sting.

Good. I wanted her desperate.

I slid two fingers inside her and curled them forward, finding the spot that made her breath stutter, and kept my tongue on her clit with a pressure I knew would drive her out of her mind. I’d learned her body over the past week and a half. I knew that she liked firm, steady pressure more than teasing. I knew she came harder when I held her in place so she couldn’t squirm away from it. I knew the pitch of her voice shifted right before she went over, and I was listening for it.

“Oh, fuck, right there…don’t you dare stop⁠—”

There it was.

I sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked while my fingers fucked her in a steady rhythm. Her thighs clamped around my head, and her back arched clean off the mattress. She came loud, her whole body shaking, my name broken apart between gasps. I worked her through it until her grip in my hair loosened and her thighs fell open.

I kissed her inner thigh and she twitched, still sensitive. When I looked up, she was staring at the ceiling with her chest heaving.

“I take it back,” she breathed. “You can make me wait if that’s what happens.”

I climbed up her body and kissed her. She hummed against my mouth, tasting herself. Then she hooked her leg over my hip and tried to pull me into her.

She reached for me, but I caught both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head.

Her eyes flared and her breath caught. And then she smiled, slow and knowing, because this was what she wanted. She pushed up against my grip just to feel me hold her tighter.

I lined myself up and pushed into her in one slow, deep stroke, making us both groan. She was so tight, hot, and wet around me, and I held still for a second with my forehead pressed to hers, letting us both feel it.

“You feel incredible.” My voice was barely holding together.

She rolled her hips against me, impatient. “Harry, please, I need you.”

“You’ve got me.” She’d had me from the second we met. And I’d be hers for the rest of my life.

I pulled back and drove in deep. Her gasp was sharp and her eyes went wide. I did it again. Harder. She arched into me, her wrists still pinned, her body rising to meet mine. I set a rhythm that was slower than she wanted, because I knew it would make her desperate and there was nothing better than Sam desperate.

“Harry, faster⁠—”

“No.” I thrust deep and held there, grinding against her clit, and her eyes rolled back. “You’ll get what I give you.”

Her inhale was shaky. “You’re such a—” I thrust again and whatever insult she had planned dissolved into a moan.

I kept that pace. Deep and controlled, pulling nearly all the way out before sinking back in, making her feel every inch. Her wrists strained against my hand, but she wasn’t trying to get free. She was testing my grip the way she always did, feeling how strong I was, reminding herself that I could hold her here as long as I wanted.

I released her wrists and gripped her hip, flipping her onto her stomach.

She gasped and immediately pushed up onto her hands and knees, looking back at me over her shoulder with flushed cheeks and wild eyes. “Fuck, yes.”

I gripped her hips and pulled her back onto my cock in one hard thrust. The moan she made echoed off the walls. My hand slid up her spine, between her shoulder blades, until I was pressing her down so her chest was flat against the mattress while her hips stayed high. The angle was so much deeper this way, and I couldn’t hold back a ragged exhale as I thrust into her perfect body. She turned her face into the pillow and moaned so loud I was sure everyone downstairs could hear her.

Let them.

Let them hear how I made my woman moan. How she cried out for my cock.

Her pussy clenched around me, and my rhythm stuttered for a second before I regained control. Then I fucked her with the rhythm she’d been begging for, one hand on her hip, the other still pressing her down. She was loud and unapologetic about it and I loved that about her. Sam never held back. Not with her friends, not with her life, and definitely not in bed.