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“There are no words to describe you, Viper,” I breathe.

“Kade… you’re being gentle… fuck me like you mean it…please.” She begs in a whisper. Clearly, gentle and slow is not what she wants. Not that I’m surprised, but I want her to tell me. I don’t want to push her. I thrust my hips with more force and she cries out.

“Shit.” She gasps. She rides my body like she’s been there before. She knows what to do and how to move. Cyrus stirs again when she moans. Typical. The guy could sleep through an explosion when he was in the army, but he stirs now.

I flip her over so she’s on her back and I cover her mouth with my hand.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, until we both come and you’re going to be a good girl and take everything I give you.” Still thrusting into her with every word, she whimpers and nods.

I fuck her with as much force as I can, she doesn’t want gentle. I’ll give her exactly what she wants. I keep my hand over her mouth muffling the cries. She matches every thrust with her hips. I push her leg up, changing the position slightly, and I hit her sweet spot with my cock.

“There you are…” I tease. Thrusting my hips, hitting that spot again. Not even my hand can cover the moans of pleasure now.

“You know what this means, Viper,” I groan. I can feel her clenching her tight pussy, she’s close.

“There’s no going back now,” I announce.

“You’re mine to claim.”

Thrust.

“Mine to possess.”

Thrust.

“Mine to break.”

Thrust.

“I claim you,” I vow. She shatters on my cock and cries out. I can’t stop the groans coming from my own mouth when I find my release at the same time. I keep my cock inside her, not ready to be apart from her. I want every last drop of me to remain inside her. I want her to walk around tomorrow knowing a part of me is still there. She still clenches around my cock, riding the waves of her climax, her breathing evening out slightly.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Cyrus shouts. I pull the covers over us so quick, Emilia startles.

“Shh, everyone will hear you!” I warn. Emilia giggles beneath me and I can’t help but smile.

“Me? You’re worried they’ll hear me? Fuck’s sake, I really need to go back to the army where I didn’t have to deal with shit like this.” He sighs and goes to exit the tent.

“You two better have clothes on when I come back,” he warns and goes outside.

Emilia hasn’t stopped giggling. It’s infectious. I never want to stop hearing it. Her eyes are beautiful, they glitter in the dark—the most amazing shade of blue. I wonder if our kids’ eyes will have the same colour.

Where the fuck did that come from? My God. I shake my head, knocking some sense into me, and rattling the thought from my mind. I’ve never even thought about kids. Emilia gazes up at me, and I brush some hair away from her face.

“Did you mean what you said?” she asks. Her cheeks are already flushed, but they’re going a deeper shade of red.

“Which part?” I ask. I don’t know why she’s embarrassed or maybe she doesn’t want to know the answer to the question.

“It doesn’t matter.” She sighs and moves from beneath me to my side. I grab her arm and pull her to me.

“Which part?” I press. She pauses, debating whether she’s going to answer me. She will. I’m nothing but persistent.

“Where you said I was yours?” She doesn’t look at me when she asks. I can see the fear on her face. The worry that I might take everything back.

“I meant every word. You’re mine,” I declare. She meets my gaze then; her entire expression changed into relief. Her face soon changes. Panic. She looks down, struggling to process everything.

“Shh, it’s okay, we don’t have to talk anymore if you don’t want to…sleep,” I tell her. She’s overwhelmed. I can sense her spiraling right in front of my eyes. I clutch her tighter in an embrace and breathe her in. She relaxes into my hold immediately and drifts off to sleep.

Cyrus comes back into the tent and notices her asleep.