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“Payton, fuck,” I say as my mouth slams down on hers.
I pull her against me hard and she wraps her arms around me as a feeling I’ve never felt overtakes me. Mine. I need more than anything to claim her. Claim them. Stake my claim and let her know that I am never letting her go again.
Not fucking ever.
I never want Payton to doubt me and my commitment to her. To us.
I stand and drop her on the mattress, ripping off my top and tugging down her pajamas.
She doesn’t stop me.
Next, my shoes and jeans go flying and we’re kissing and clawing at one another. I slide my hand between us as she tugs off her top and presses my fingers between her flesh. I lean in and suck her clit as she cries out.
I’m not falling for Payton Mills. I have fallen.
The lump on the back of my head, proof.
I climb over her, spreading her legs and sucking a nipple with a pop.
“From now on, it’s you and me, sweetheart. Do you understand?” I say, lining up my cock.
Her green eyes smile up at me. I know she doesn’t believe me, but she will.
I can’t just tell her; I need to show her.
The head of my cock slips in, and I tug her legs around my body. With my elbows on either side of her head, I press in further.
“Knox,” she moans.
“Yes baby, feel me. Feel me filling you. Take all of me inside your pussy,” I growl.
“God, I’ve missed this. You,” she says as a tear slides down her cheek.
I kiss it.
I will always take her tears and turn them into smiles. Never do I want to see this woman in pain. She is mine to protect and love.
I press in again, right to the tip and then out, slowly going in once more.
“Your body was made for me, Payton.” I take her mouth and speed up, the feel of her wet heat sucking me in. “Every curve, every inch. I want all of you. Every day.”
Her hands press into my back as our bodies slap and bang together.
“I want you to come with me. Come at the same time, baby. Can you do that?” I grunt, overcome with more arousal, more need than I ever have before.
“Yes, oh, god. Fuck me,” Payton cries, as our orgasms tear through our bodies.
When I finally lift my head, as the ripples of our pleasure begin to subside, I cup her face and wait until her eyes lock with mine.
“I wasn’t fucking you, Payton. I was making love to you.”
“You don’t need to say that,” she whimpers.
God damn her.
“That’s what I came here to tell you.” Her eyes fill with more tears, and I smile. “I love you, Payton Mills. I should never have let you run away that day. I should have knocked down your door a week ago.”
“Why didn’t you?” She sniffs.
