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Wait, what?

His words finally start to register, breaking through the fog already starting to form around my brain. I open my eyes and glance back at him. “W-why would you do that?”

A spark ignites in his eyes. “So you can see what kind of a beast I really am.”

I shake my head, trying to catch my breath enough to actually speak. “You might be a beast, but you aren’t a cruel one. I could never think of you that way again.”

His eyes flare wide at my words, and it’s his turn to release a little strangled sound from deep in his throat. “You know exactly what to say to undo me, Beauty.”

I clamp around the head of his cock again and hold his gaze, allowing my plea to be clear. “Please…”

He knows what I want, what I need—the very thing he’s threatening to withhold.

But I see it in his gaze.

That I’m right.

Weston is brutal, unrelenting, and deadly, but he isn’t cruel.

He releases a little sigh of resignation, then draws his hips back and slams into me, driving himself to the hilt only to do it again and again, allowing his cock to hit me in exactly the right place.

A tidal wave of ecstasy that smells like fall rain and Weston rolls over me, washing away any potential regret, drowning all the wondering if we’re doing the right thing, dousing the flames of uncertainty about our future.

Gripping my hips, Weston unleashes everything he’s been holding back and pummels me, drawing out my own bliss, until he finally releases a primal scream that echoes across the mountain and comes.

His body twitches as he tugs on my hair to angle my head back and give him access to my mouth. He devours me with a searing kiss that makes my clit throb, then tears his lips from mine. “You are fucking stunning, Beauty. You did so well and took my cock perfectly.”

Sighing at his compliment, I sag back into his hold, allowing him to take control of the body he already owns because I am lost to the world.

WESTON

I would kill to stay like this forever, with my cock seated deep inside her, my mouth pressed to her wet skin, those soft little pants slipping from her lips as she tries to regain her breath after the cataclysmic orgasm I just gave her.

I’d love to relish the moment, the gentle sound of the falling rain, the crickets coming to life as the sun goes down, but I can’t, not tonight.

Maybe not ever.

Not when there’s still so much to accomplish, to get prepared for. Not when Wendy will send her crew for us sooner rather than later. I’d be surprised if they didn’t come tonight, if they weren’t already on their way up here.

Callista turns her head, her eyelids fluttering open to half-mast, her lust-soaked gaze unfocused. “What’s wrong?”

I shake my head and kiss her cheek. “Nothing, Beauty, just wishing we could stay like this longer.”

She releases a little sigh of acceptance. “But we have to go in.”

The disappointment in her voice makes me grin. Just knowing she feels the same way, that she would rather remain wrapped up together like this forever, if possible, is enough to make everything we’ve been through so far worth it.

“We have to go in, Beauty. I have more work to do to prepare.”

A shudder rolls through her, and I pull her away from the tree trunk and up against me fully so the heat of my body radiates into hers that’s been chilled by the cool night air and the falling rain.

But it just as easily could have come from the realization that our fight is long from over.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, Callista. They won’t touch you again, I promise.”

She releases a little hiccupped sob, the sound so full of despair that it makes my heart clench.

My Beauty doesn’t believe me.

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