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He smirks, settling his weight over me, eyes dark with intent. “You think that was good?” he murmurs. “Just you wait.”

I meet his gaze, my pulse kicking all over again.

Yeah… I’m definitely not ready for what comes next.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Annie

Aston grips my hips and lifts me, tossing me further onto the bed with ease. I squeal, laughing at his strength. Clearly, he’s still been working out.

He straightens, unfastens his jeans, letting them drop. His boxer briefs follow, his hard cock springing free. My gaze drops instantly, heat pooling low as he wraps his hand around himself, stroking slowly.

My breath catches.

I don’t know why it’s so damn sexy… but it is.

He bends, pulls his wallet from his jeans, flips it open, and takes out a condom. He tears the packet with his teeth, rolling it on with practiced precision.

“Get your fine arse over here,” I say, unable to hide the smile tugging at my lips.

He smirks, climbing onto the bed over me. “You only want me for my fine arse?”

I nod without hesitation.

“Oh, really?”

“Mm-hmm.”

His expression shifts, something darker flickering in his eyes. “Careful what you ask for.”

He lowers himself over me, capturing my wrists and pinning them above my head in one smooth movement. Not rough, it’s controlled and intentional.

I hold his gaze, smiling.

He leans down, kissing me firmly, taking his time. My lips part instantly, my eyes closing as I sink into him, into the familiarity of his touch. His body presses against mine, solid and warm, grounding me. I spread my legs, wrapping them around his waist, drawing him closer where I need him most.

Aston shifts his hips, grinding slowly, deliberately, and we both groan.

“I want you, Aston,” I whisper against his mouth.

He pulls back slightly, searching my face. “You sure? I don’t want you panicking on me again.”

I nod without hesitation. “I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure. I need you.”

His gaze softens, but that control is still there. “Tell me you love me.”

I meet his eyes, steady. “I love you, Aston Soulding. Completely. I’m not running. Not from you. Not ever again.”

Something in him settles.

“Good,” he murmurs, brushing his lips over mine. “That’s all I needed.” He kisses my nose, then shifts his hips, guiding himself into place.

I inhale sharply as he slowly pushes inside me. The stretch makes me gasp as my body adjusts to the fullness of him.

He groans low in his throat when he sinks in completely. “Fuck… Annie, you feel incredible.”

I grip his back, grounding myself as he begins to move. Slow at first, deep and measured.