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His thrusts become punishing, relentless, and then I shatter. Pleasure surges through me like a violent storm, my legs shaking as I moan his name. My orgasm floods over him, coating his cock, and the sensation sends him spiraling over the edge.

With a rough groan, Dax pulls out, turning me around to face him. He crashes his lips to mine, kissing me hard, possessive, before he scoops me up effortlessly into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, our bodies still hot, still desperate.

Without breaking stride, he glances around, checking for the direction of the bedroom as he carries me down the corridor—his grip strong—his muscles taut beneath me. I cling to him, my heart still racing as he kicks open the bedroom door and lays me down on the bed.

The moment he spreads my legs, I whimper, already aching for him again. His fingers slide through the wetness between my thighs beforehe grips his cock, lining himself up. Then he plunges into me, burying his cock to the hilt.

A ragged moan escapes me as he stretches me all over again, the angle deeper, more intense. My pussy vibrates, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as his hands grip my thighs, lifting them over his shoulders, tilting me just right. I scream as he hits my g-spot, my fingers digging into his arms.

"Fuck, Scarlett," he growls, his control unraveling as he pounds into me, each thrust deliberate, wrecking me completely.

The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall, but I barely notice. All I feel is him. My nails drag down his back, breaking flesh, my body trembling as another orgasm builds, this one sharper, more consuming.

"Dax, I'm—" My words break off into a sob of pleasure as my body convulses around him.

His thrusts falter, his breathing ragged.

"Come for me," he orders, his voice raw, dark.

I shatter beneath him, my climax tearing through me like a wildfire, my heat spilling between us. My cum coats his dick, dripping down his balls, and the sight of it sends him over the edge.

"Fuck," he grunts, his body stiffening as he pulls me closer. He stills himself as his warm cum spurts in loads deep inside of me. He pulses, as he empties his release and I can feel hot spurts of his cum inside of my walls. We vibrate against each other.

Then Dax collapses beside me, dragging me into hisarms. For a long moment, neither of us move—our bodies tangled, our breaths labored.

I curl into him, our limbs entwined, the scent of us filling the space around us. His lips press against my temple, slow, lingering. We stay like this—lost in the haze of satisfaction, of something deeper neither of us are ready to put into words just yet.

Chapter Twenty-One

Dax

The first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, casting a golden glow over Scarlett's bare shoulder. Her body is pressed against mine, her warmth driving me to the brink of madness. My cock stirs against her soft skin, impossible to ignore. I tighten my hold around her waist, unable to resist running my hand along the curve of her hip.

She stirs, her breath soft against my chest. Her lashes flutter open, and her blue eyes meet mine, hazy with sleep. The sight of her, flushed and still tangled in the remnants of last night's sex, ignites something primal within me.

"Good morning," I murmur, my voice thick with desire.

Her lips curve into a lazy smile.

"Morning."

I slide my hand lower, caressing the dip of her waist, the softness of her thigh. The blanket shifts, exposingmore of her body, and I can't stop myself from trailing kisses along her neck, down to her collarbone. Her skin tastes sweet, intoxicating.

"Dax…" she whispers, a hint of amusement and arousal in her tone.

"We just woke up."

"I know," I reply, my lips brushing against her ear.

"We have to go to the office…"

"I know," I say, as I shift beneath her, positioning myself as I guide her onto me, pulling her to straddle my hips.

"You're ridiculous," she teases, her fingers threading through my hair.

My mouth captures hers in a deep, hungry kiss. My hands roam her body, memorizing every curve, every dip.

She gasps softly as I position myself at her entrance. Her wetness tells me she is just as aroused as I am. Her eyes lock with mine, and she lowers herself slowly on my hard throbbing dick beneath her. Her lips curl into a wicked grin as she begins to move, sliding me deep inside her. My hands grip her hips, steadying her as she begins to move, her rhythm slow and teasing.