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HALLIE

Icould feel his restraint. The way he was forcing himself to go slow and savor every moment. It made me want to break that control, make him lose himself the way I was losing myself.

I arched into him, my hands sliding down his back to grip his hips, pulling him closer. “Do you always have to be in control?” I murmured against his ear.

“I do.”

“No. You. Don’t. Let go. Fuck me, Colt. I want it all.”

He groaned, and I felt the last of his restraint snap. His mouth was everywhere. My neck, my breasts, trailing down my stomach. When he hooked his fingers in my underwear and pulled them down, I lifted my hips to help him. The cool air hit my heated skin, making me shiver.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice rough with desire.

Before I could respond, his mouth was on me, and coherent thought became impossible.

I gasped, my hands flying to his hair, holding him there while pleasure rolled through me in waves. He knew exactly what he was doing, alternating between gentle and demanding, building me up until I was trembling.

“Colt,” I managed. “I need⁠—”

“I know what you need.”

He added his fingers, and the combination was devastating. I felt myself spiraling, climbing higher and higher until I shattered, crying out his name.

He didn’t give me time to recover. He kissed his way back up my body while I was still shaking.

“Please,” I whispered.

I told him I wouldn’t beg, but I couldn’t help myself. I was certain I would implode if I didn’t get him inside me.

He reached for the nightstand, fumbling for a condom. I helped him put it on, my hands shaking with need. When he finally pushed inside me, we both groaned.

“God, Hallie,” he breathed, his forehead resting against mine. “You feel incredible. I don’t understand.”

“Understand?” I murmured. My brain was saturated with ecstasy.

“You. Me. Why does it feel so good? I swear your body was made for me.”

I couldn’t form words. Could only feel him filling me, stretching me, completing me in a way that felt right. Perfect.

He started moving, slow and deep, his eyes locked on mine. This time was different. Intimate in a way that terrified me. Because this felt like making love.

And that changed everything.

I pushed the thought away and focused on the sensation. On the way he felt inside me. It felt so right. He was right about my body being made for him. And he was made for me. My limited sexual experience didn’t even come close to the way he made me feel.

“Harder,” I said, needing to break the tenderness before it broke me.

He obliged, picking up the pace, driving into me with more force. I met him thrust for thrust, my nails digging into his shoulders, my breath coming in gasps.

The headboard bounced against the wall.

Thump.

“More.”

Thump.