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“Shit,” Chance hisses as he slowly sinks into me. “You feel amazing, baby.”

I hum in response, nodding my head as I rise up on my knees and Chance wraps his arm around me, holding me close to him as he pulls out and thrusts forward again.

“I think I forgot how good this feels,” I moan and he growls in my ear as he nips at it.

“I'm obviously not doing a good enough job if you’re forgetting about it.”

I smile, unable to resist the urge to rile him up. “Well, then, you better work extra hard and make sure I don't forget tonight.”

“Woman,” he growls again, a warning in his tone as he pulls back and drives into me harder. “You're going to regret this.”

“Promises, promises,” I tsk and his grip on me tightens as he plunges into me, setting a relentless pace. Stars dance in my vision and my knees tremble as I grab his arm, clinging to him.

“I’m sorry, Princess. What were you saying?”

I shake my head and squeeze my eyes closed with the feeling of his grin pressed against my skin.

“Nothing?” he questions, sounding rather smug. “I expected more from you.”

Any other day I would be totally game with egging him on but that's kind of impossible to do when the only words I can come up with are “more” and “don’t stop”.

He groans in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine as his other hand gently wraps around the front of my neck. His hot breath in my ear joins the sensations swamping my body, locking us in a world where the only things that truly matter are he and I. Pressure builds in my belly and my head rolls back onto his shoulder, earning another groan from him as his teeth sink into my shoulder.

“I’m going to tie you to this bed and never let you leave again,” he mutters and I wait for the panic to settle in but instead, a smile stretches across my face.

“Again with the promises.”

Without warning, he slips out of me and flips me to my back on the bed. He hovers over me, searching my gaze before he leisurely glances down my body and trails his fingers down my belly. Flutters of desire race through me and I gasp softly, arching into his touch as his grin grows.

“Tell me we’re really going to do this,” he urges and I bite my lip, staring up at him for a second before I shake my head. All I’ve done for the past twelve years is avoid this exact situation and it feels weird to let it all go and as much as I want to do just that, change is never easy.

“I haven’t decided yet.”

He shakes his head. “Bullshit. You have decided but I need to hear you say the words.”

“No.”

Now, I’m just being stubborn, but it seems I can’t stop either.

His gaze snaps up to mine and he wraps his hand around his length, brushing the head over my clit before he slips inside me again. With a gasp, I arch off the bed and grab his arm, needing something to anchor me to the world. My body is strung so tight after two weeks of avoiding him and only having my vibrator for relief.

“Neither one of us is leaving this room until I make you mine,” he growls, picking up his pace from earlier and pounding into me with renewed stamina.

“We’ll see,” I whisper, unable to say much more with an orgasm building inside me. With determination in his eyes, he pins my wrists to the bed and leans down, sealing his lips over mine as I reach my peak. I moan loudly against his lips and my body tenses for a moment before the waves of my release wash over me.

“Fuck,” he groans, his cock swelling inside me as he thrusts one last time and buries himself to the hilt. Not even the sounds of the party still going on outside can drown out the sound of our hearts racing as he collapses on top of me and kisses me again. Rolling off of me, he slings his arm around my waist, and pulls me into his body. “We’re doing that again.”

I giggle, turning to look at him. “Oh, we are, are we?”

“Hell yeah, we are. I’ve got two whole weeks to make up for, Princess. Just give me five minutes.”

“Well, you’re going to have to let me up so I can pee first,” I say, wiggling under his grip and he sighs, annoyed by the fact that he has to release me.

“Fine, but don’t take too long.”

“I’ll try.” I pat his cheek and he sighs again, letting me sit up before he grabs my arm and pulls me back down, connecting our lips. I’m giddy. There is no other way to describe the way I’m feeling right now. I’m sixteen years old again before everything went wrong. After a moment, he pulls back and releases me, smacking my ass as I stand up. Glancing over my shoulder, I glare at him but he’s not bothered, flashing me a sleepy grin that makes my heart do this strange little fluttering thing.

Turning away from him to hide the goofy smile on my face, I walk to the bathroom and snag one of his shirts off the chair, pulling it over my head as I walk into the adjoining bathroom and shut the door. The scent of cinnamon surrounds me and my smile feels like it might crack my face in half as I lean back against the door and clasp my hand over my mouth. My mind spins with everything that’s happened tonight, everything he’s said and I suck in a breath, trying desperately to process it.