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I look up at her from the floor, my jaw clenching as her laughter echoes around the empty gym. She's far too pleased with herself.

"Beginner's luck," I rumble, sweeping my leg out before she can react.

Her ankles give way, and she lets out a sharp gasp as she tumbles down. Before she can even hit the rubber, I twist my weight, rolling over and pinning her beneath me. I trap both of her wrists above her head with one hand, resting my full length over her, her chest heaving heavily against mine.

The competitive fire in the room instantly dies, replaced by a sudden, thick tension that snaps tight between us. Her breath hitches, her soft lips parting just inches from mine.

Alexis doesn't stop. Instead, she deliberately wriggles beneath me, her hips shifting against mine as she puts up a mock fight to break my grip.

Every slide of her thigh against my body hits like a shot of pure adrenaline. My blood boils, rushing straight south until I'm aching, pulsing hard against the light fabric of my gym shorts.

"Stop moving, Alexis," I growl into her ear, my grip tightening on her wrists above her head as I press her deeper into the rubber mat. "Stay still. My patience is wearing dangerously fucking thin."

She tilts her head up, looking straight into my blown-out eyes without a single trace of fear. "Patience for what, Cain?"

In response, I tilt my hips down, grinding into her just enough for her to feel the thick, rock-hard weight pressing directly against her core.

Alexis lets out a sharp, shuddering gasp, but she doesn't pull away. Her eyes darken, her hips subtly rolling back up to meet my pressure.

"What are you going to do about that?" she whispers, her voice laced with pure, lethal temptation.

"Behave, Alexis," I threaten, my voice dropping to a harsh, ragged rasp, my chest heaving against hers. "I swear to⁠—"

"Stop swearing and fuck me, Cain," she snaps, breaking my sentence in half. Her eyes flash with fire as she looks up at me, her chest rising and falling wildly. "You're not the only one with needs."

Every thread of control, every logical argument, every vow I made to keep my distance snaps instantly into dust.

"Fuck it," I snarl.

My mouth crashes down on hers. It devours hers, harsh and demanding, but she gives back as good as she gets, her lips molding to mine with a wild, hungry desperation.

We paw blindly at each other’s sweat-slicked bodies, gasping for air between bruising kisses but refusing to break apart for even a fraction of a second. A raw, terrifying paranoia grips my chest—like if I let go of her, if I create an inch of space between us, she’ll vanish into thin air.

So I press her harder into the mat, burying my fingers in her hair to hold her right where I need her.

Alexis reaches down between our bodies, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my gym shorts and briefs. With one breathless, frantic pull, she yanks them down over my thighs, freeing me completely.

Before I can even catch my breath, her soft, hot hand wraps tight around my aching, rock-hard length.

"Fuck, Alexis," I groan thickly into her mouth, a low, ragged sound torn straight from the back of my throat.

My hips jerk forward helplessly into her palm as her fingers stroke up the head, the sheer, sudden sensation threatening to push me right over the edge.

"Now, please, Cain," she whimpers against my lips, her breath ragged and hot against my skin. "Now. I need you right now."

Her words hit my brain like pure fire, burning away every remaining shred of sanity I have left. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her tight maroon shorts, dragging them down her thighs along with her panties in one rough, impatient tear.

My broad hand slides up her inner thigh, my fingers finding her scorching center. She’s completely dripping, hot and slick for me, her body practically vibrating with the same consuming need that’s tearing me apart.

She digs her fingernails straight into the muscles of my back, drawing a sharp hiss through my teeth as she arches up to meet my hand.

The absolute last thread of my patience snaps into ash.

I line my head up with her entrance, gripping her hip tightly with one hand, and drive forward, sinking all the way inside her in one brutal, deep push.

She screams my name, and the sound tears straight through me. Whatever restraint I had left snaps.

I drive into her with a desperate urgency, every movement harder, faster, until I can barely think beyond the feel of her beneath me. When I try to slow down—to give her a moment to breathe—her nails dig into my back and a frustrated whimper escapes her.