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We fit together again smoothly, like we’ve been doing this forever.

She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.

“This. We held off too long,” I say between thrusts. “Should’ve done this years ago.”

I pull back, lifting her legs, resting both calves against my shoulders.

“This continues.” I grip myself and slide it between her folds, lifting my gaze to meet hers. “You don’t block me out.”

“I won’t⁠—”

I press into her in one hard thrust.

She tilts her head back, gasping.

“Promise me.”

“I promise⁠—”

I thrust my hips and rock into her.

“Say my name.”

“Gabe—”

“Again.”

“Gabe—”

I shift the angle, hitting deeper, and she cries out.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “Use that voice.”

Her nails dig into my arms, and I know she’s close again.

But just to be sure, I help her along, circling her nub, applying pressure just the way she likes it.

“That’s it. Let go. Come for me, Evie.”

She does—clenching around me so tight I nearly lose it.

But I hold on. Just barely.

I pull out, earning a whimper of protest.

“Roll to your side,” I say.

She blinks up at me, dazed.

“Now, Evie.”

She rolls to her side, and I lie behind her. She understands, raising her leg.

She’s so wet that I take her again with ease, sliding right back home.

The angle is different—she’s closer. Lying like this, I can teaser her nipples, and her center.

“Mine,” I say again. “Say it.”