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"No one. Just you. Always just you."

"Good! Then fuck me," Hannah says, pulling me closer with her legs wrapped around my hips. "Claim me properly. Make me yours."

Best damn words I've ever heard.

Chapter 8 - Hannah

I fucking missed his cock so much.

Months of waking up alone, of memories that couldn't compare to the reality of him standing between my thighs right now, hard and solely mine.

"Claim me properly," I tell him, pulling him closer with my legs. "Make me yours."

Wesley's hands tighten on my thighs. His cock is right there, pressing against my entrance, so close I can feel it pulsing.

"Last chance to change your mind," he says, voice strained.

"Fuck me, Wesley. Now."

He positions himself and pushes inside, slow and steady. My mouth falls open on a silent gasp as he stretches me, fills me, splits me open in the most perfect way.

"Shit," I breathe. "Forgot how big you are."

"You can take it." He doesn't stop pushing until he's fully seated inside me, hips flush against mine. "You always could."

We both go still. Just breathing. Just feeling.

This. This is what I've been missing. This connection. This fullness. This feeling of being completely joined with another person. Wesley pulls back an inch, then pushes back in. Testing. My body adjusts around him, welcoming him back like he never left.

"Move," I whisper. "Please move."

He does. Pulls almost all the way out and slams back in hard enough to jar the desk beneath me.

"Fuck!" The word tears out of me.

"That's it. Let me hear you."

He sets a rhythm that's already brutal. No warm-up, no gentle beginning, not today. Just hard, deep thrusts that make the desk shake and my mind go blank.

I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, heels digging into his ass. My hands scramble for purchase on his shoulders, nails scraping down his back.

"Yes," I gasp. "Just like that. Don't stop."

"Wasn't planning on it."

Each thrust drives deeper. Hits harder. The desk scrapes across the floor, and my body jolts with each impact, breasts bouncing, head falling back.

Wesley's mouth finds my throat. Teeth scraping. Tongue soothing. Marking me everywhere he can reach while his cock pounds into me relentlessly.

"Missed you," he growls against my skin. "Missed this tight pussy. Missed watching you take my cock."

I can't form words. Can only moan and gasp and hold on while he fucks me like he's trying to prove something.

Maybe he is. Maybe we both are.

The angle is good but not perfect. I shift slightly, trying to adjust, and the desk gives an ominous creak.

Wesley freezes mid-thrust. "This thing's going to collapse."