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She arched suddenly. Her back arched off the bed as the orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs locked around my waist, and her pussy clamped down in powerful spasms, pulsing and milking me with wet, rhythmic contractions.

Juices flooded around my dick as she came explosively, tearing a raw scream from her throat. "Vega!"

The sound echoed off the walls while her body shook and jerked beneath me, every muscle quivering from the intensity. I held her through it, murmuring praise and keeping my thrusts slow and deep to draw out every last wave until she finally collapsed, panting and spent in my arms.

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SONNET ELLISON

Afterward, I didn’t know what to do with myself.

I had heard every horror story about how some men became distant once they got what they wanted. I didn’t know if Vega would be that way. So, I lay there trying to keep my composure while my body still remembered every inch of him, every kiss, every lick, and every touch. I tried to breathe normally. I tried not to look at him with every premature feeling of love written across my face.

That had been the best thing I had ever felt in my life. It had hurt some. There had been pressure, stretching, and a sting that made me grip the sheets. But even the pain had pleasure inside it. It hurt in a way that made me understand why women lost sense over men they knew they should leave alone.

I turned my face slightly into the pillow, secretly trying to catch my breath.

Vega sat up beside me, and my stomach dropped. Then he stood. When I realized that I was disappointed, I cringed. I hated that I already wanted him to stay close. I hated that after giving him something I had guarded for years, I suddenly felt needy in a way I didn’t know how to hide.

But as he walked away, I couldn’t stop looking. That man’s body was ridiculous. His broad shoulders, carved arms, tattoos across rich brown skin, muscles moving under every step was unworldly. Even after everything we had just done, my body still reacted to him.

To my relief, he didn’t leave the room. He went into the bathroom. I heard cabinets open and close. Then water started running into the tub.

A minute later, he came back and slid into bed behind me. His arm came around my waist, and he pulled me against him. My cheeks warmed instantly. I turned slightly into the sheets, embarrassed by how much I was blushing.

“You okay?” he asked.

His lips touched my shoulder, and I nodded too fast. “I’m perfect.”

His hand moved down my hip and over my butt, rubbing slow circles there with a gentleness that felt orgasmic. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

He kissed my shoulder again. “Thank you.”

I frowned and turned enough to look at him. “For what?”

“For letting me be the one.” His eyes stayed on mine. “For trusting me with that. It was an honor, Glasses.”

I didn’t expect that. Not from a man who carried guns, ran streets, and spoke to people with enough authority to make rooms obey him. Not from the man who had stolen me out of my own home and somehow become the safest person in my life.

I turned fully toward him. “It was an honor for me too.”

It was something so sexy about a murderous nigga blushing.

“I wanted it to be you,” I assured him. “I felt safe with it being you. You don’t make my submission feel naive, Vega. You don’t make surrender feel foolish or weak. You make it feel intelligent, like I’m not losing myself by trusting you. I’m choosing where to place the softest parts of me, and I’m proud that I gave them to you. No matter what happens between us, I will never regret this.”

Vega’s hand went to my throat, not hurting me, just holding me there while his mouth took mine. The kiss was rough, deep, and possessive enough to steal every thought I had just formed.

When he pulled back, his eyes were locked on mine.

“That sounds real mature and all,” he said, “but fuck that ‘no matter what happens to us’ bullshit. You mine now.”

I melted. There was something devastatingly beautiful about a healthy masculine man. Your nervous system falls in love before your heart admitted it. My body knew things my brain was still trying to debate.

Then I felt him against me, still hard and ready. My nerves jumped, and so did my clit. Part of me thought he was about to take me again. I was sore, and the pain of taking all of him made me nervous, but I couldn’t deny that my pussy still leaked with anticipation of his strokes and tongue.

Vega must’ve felt my body react because his mouth brushed my ear.