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I groan from the back of my throat, opening my eyes to catch Lily’s wanton expression locked on our connection. She moans and I jolt inside her, almost losing it before I’ve even moved.

“God, you feel good. Is this okay?” I whisper, not quite trusting her nonverbal reactions, and she laughs up at me.

“It hurts, but it’s a good pain.”

“It hurts?” I panic.

“Of course—I’m practically a virgin after all this time, and you’re huge.”

Oh, fuck. Lily cries out when I involuntarily jolt again, sinking farther inside her.

“Sorry, but if you keep talking, I’m going to come before we’ve had a chance to enjoy it.”

Lily bites back a smile until I rock my hips and her smile fades, replaced with a look of pure ecstasy. She wraps her legs around me, forcing me closer with her heels until I’m buried to the hilt. We both pause for a beat until Lily gives me a soft nod, and I roll my hips again, gentler this time, getting into a nice rhythm.

She arches her back, and when her breasts rise to greet me, I wrap my lips around her mound, licking her hard nipple as her pussy constricts around my cock.

“Jesus. Christ.”

“Are you okay?” Her eyes flash wider and I nod, unable to give her anything else.

Everything about this moment feels like heaven. Knowing I’m leaving after is a fresh kind of hell.

Chapter Eighteen

LILY

With his arms braced on either side of my head, Beckett shakes as his body rocks into mine, his lips trapped between his teeth. He grunts softly. And I’ve never seen anything sexier.

I’m doing that. I’m the reason he’s losing control. And I’ve never felt more powerful in my life. My confidence grows and I want to do more. I want to elicit the same feral cries he pulled from me.

Curling my hands around his arms, I plant my feet on the bed and lift my hips up, changing the angle and earning another wild groan from the back of his throat—this one unrestrained.

His intense gaze locks with mine before he buries his face in my neck, sucking the sensitive flesh, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes me.

In our new position, he thrusts into me again and a tingle rolls through me, lighting up every nerve ending as his body rubs against me.

The pressure builds low in my belly, and while I want it to last, I can’t fight it. It feels too good.

He feels too good.

And I’ve been in a constant worked-up state since he first touched me in the bookstore.

“I’m close,” I whisper, and he pulls back to look in my eyes.

“Do you need more?”

“No. I’m not ready. I want to keep going, but it’s too much.” I pout and Beckett’s responding grin is like a beam of light to my chest.

“I’m close too. And if you’ll have me, I’m not going anywhere tonight. This doesn’t have to be the last.”

“Oh, thank God.” I bite my lip, embarrassed by the desperation that just flew out of my mouth, and Beckett chuckles before cupping my face, silencing my mind with a kiss.

As our lips mold with a passion I’ve never experienced, Beckett continues his movements until I’m clenching around him. He sucks my bottom lip, and I gasp against his mouth, my orgasm taking over, my body shaking as I fly over the edge.

Beckett pumps a couple more times before a strangled growl rips from his throat and a warmth fills me.

He pulses inside me, and I cry out again, my body jolting as another wave of my release takes over.