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Then I thrust back in.

Hard.

She cries out.

"That's what I want to hear." I pull out again. Slam back in. "That sound. Your voice. Screaming for me."

Her nails dig into my shoulders.

"More."

Christ.

I want to fuck her the way I've imagined for two years. Want to pound into her until she forgets her own name. Until the only word she knows is mine.

But my body won't cooperate.

Every thrust sends pain radiating through my side.

I adjust my angle. Find a rhythm that doesn't tear me apart. It's slower than I want. More controlled. But the way Marina arches beneath me, the way she moans—it's enough.

"You feel so good." I bury myself deep. Hold there. "So fucking tight around my cock."

"Dante—"

"Say it again."

"Dante."

I pull out. Thrust back in.

"Louder."

"Dante!"

Better.

I set a pace. Steady. Deep. Each thrust hits something inside her that makes her whole body shake.

"Been dreaming about this." I lean down. Brush my lips against her ear. "About being inside you. About making you come on my cock."

She whimpers.

Her legs wrap around my waist. Pull me deeper.

"Touched myself thinking about you." I thrust harder. She gasps. "Every night for two years. Imagining this. Imagining you."

"God—"

"Not God." I bite her earlobe. "Just me."

Her walls clench around me.

I groan.

"You like that?" I pull back to look at her face. "Like knowing I've been obsessed with you? That I couldn't stop thinking about you?"

"Yes." The word comes out broken. "Yes, I like it."

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