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“That’s it. Let me feel you fall apart. Let me feel that pretty pussy milk me.”

I shattered.

My legs gave out, my cunt pulsing hard around him as I cried out into the mattress, the orgasm ripping through me. I was dripping—cum smearing across my thighs, the sheets, his cock as he kept thrusting, chasing his own release.

He didn’t stop.

His chest was flush to my back, one hand gripping my throat, holding me still while the other snaked down to rub my oversensitive clit again.

“Dalton— wait— I can’t⁠—”

“Yes, you fucking can,” he groaned. “You’ve got another one in you, darlin’. Gonna make you come again, make you soak my cock till I can’t see straight.”

He buried himself deep, and I screamed. My whole body shook, the overstimulation brutal. I clamped down on him again, harder this time, my body trembling with the second orgasm before the first had even faded.

“Fuck— fuck— you’re unreal. I could live inside you.”

He slammed in one more time and held himself there with a groan, his cock twitching as he came, thick, hot, filling me so much it spilled out around him.

He leaned down, mouth on my neck, arms around my waist, still buried deep inside me.

“You’re mine,” he whispered shakily. “Every inch. Every drop. Every time.”

I nodded, breathless, completely spent, body trembling, thighs soaked, brain empty.

He kissed my shoulder, then my spine, tracing slow circles over my hips while we both caught our breath. The room smelled like sex, and for a long moment, we lay there quietly.

“Thirteen minutes.”

I turned my head, chest rising and falling as I met his gaze—those sharp green eyes locked on mine.

I laughed. Full, unrestrained, belly-aching laughter that made my abs hurt and tears prick the corners of my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

His mouth curved, and he leaned in to kiss me.

“You were made for me,” he murmured against my mouth.

That thing in my chest—that fragile, aching part I kept trying to pretend didn’t exist—surged.

It was a feeling I literally couldn’t describe.

“I’m gonna shower,” I muttered, already standing. “We should probably get moving. Breakfast. The truck. Cora.”

I didn’t wait for a response. Instead I slipped into the bathroom and shut the door quietly behind me, resting my back against it for a moment. My heart thudded in my chest as I turned the water on and stepped into the heat. No matter how hot the water got, no matter how long I stood there, I couldn’t wash away the way he made me feel.

That scared me more than anything.

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“I don’t think I can do this,” I muttered, tightening my fingers around the steering wheel. “I should’ve called before we showed up.”

My pulse thudded similarly to when I climbed into the chute before a ride I wasn’t ready for.

In the back seat, Cora babbled happily, her voice rising and falling in that sweet, chaotic rhythm that only made sense to her—and, apparently, to Poppy.

She was back there with her, mumbling something about how Cora needed company. The second Beau and Fable dropped her off at the hotel, Cora had reached for Poppy and hadn’t let go since.