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I give Honor a moment to breathe before I move.

“Eyes baby,” I growl. I want her to know who she belongs to. Who owns her body.

She lifts her eyes to mine at my demand. My hand tightens on her hip as I slowly, and deliberately, push forward with deep, measured thrusts.

I lose her gaze, as she closes her eyes with a soft sigh. Lifting her legs, she wraps them around my hips. Heels pushing into my ass with every thrust.

A sharp breath leaves me, as she tightens around my cock, warm and impossibly inviting. For a second, the rest of the world falls away entirely. There’s only her.

Lowering my head, I kiss her.

Fucking love the way her body responds as I thrust into her silky heat. The soft catch of her breath as I sink deeper. The quiet whimpers she tries to hold back but can’t quite hide. Each tiny sound, sends another wave of heat through me, urging me on, even though all I want to do is slow down and savour it.

The way her arms tighten around me when I do something she likes, hits me square in my chest. I’m never letting her go. She’s mine now.

My mouth breaks from hers, as a growl tears from my chest. My body driving forward, as I thrust in and out of her welcoming heat.

Swivelling my hips, she shudders, and lifts hazy, blue eyes to mine. Pupils blown wide. Cheeks flushed, lips cherry red. There wasn’t a better sight. I love every minute of being inside her.

“Fuck, Honor,” I growl, lifting her leg higher on my waist changing the angle of my cock driving into her.

“Harder, Luca,” she whimpers, body straining towards mine, pussy fluttering around me. “Take me harder,” she gasps, “don’t hold back, I can take it.”

“Yes, you can,” I agree with a growl. Pushing up and resting back on my heels, I lift her hips and pound into her again and again. Losing myself in the sound of her crying out my name, the rhythm of us colliding, until I can’t hold back anymore. Not when she tightens around me, her body pulsing as she comes apart beneath me. I follow her over the edge.

Both of us gasp for breath. Easing her legs down, I fold over her, pressing my head into the crook of her neck.

Finally, she is mine.

Slowly our breathing evens out.

With a soft, contented hum, I press a gentle kiss to her neck, my heart is full. This is nothing I ever expected to have. Not with the life we live. Honor took me by surprise, and now, here she is in my home. In my bed.

“Been waiting for you,” she murmurs tiredly. “Thought I’d never meet you. So happy, love you.” Her breathing evens out.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “Love you too, baby,” I reply, kissing her softly, before easing myself from her body.

My gaze drops to where we’d been joined, the evidence of what we’ve just done slowly dripping down Honor’s thigh, and I still. A thought hits me out of nowhere.

I have no idea if Honor’s on birth control. Not that it will bother me if she’s not.

That’s a conversation for tomorrow.

Going to the bathroom, I clean up, wet a cloth, and go back to my room to clean Honor up. She wrinkles her nose and grumbles, but other than that doesn’t wake up.

I pull the covers over her, switch off the lights, and get into bed. I’ll let her rest, because I wasn’t done with her tonight. I had a week to make up for.

Wrapping my arm around her, I pull her against me, burying my face in her hair, as I slide into sleep.

CHAPTER 9

HONOR

I’m in that half-awake, half-asleep stage. Content to lie in bed and revel in the way my body’s aching, in all the best ways.

I’d known he’d be good at sex, but holy shit. He’d rocked my world. More than once. No wonder I was aching. There was something to be said for a man that knew what he was doing.

A full body shiver runs through me at the memory of last night. Opening my eyes, I look around, not sure how I feel about waking up alone.