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Chapter Twelve

Robert

“Yes.”

That’s all I need.

I don’t hesitate. My hand closes at her waist and I take her mouth, not asking, not easing into it, just taking, because I already know what she does when I do.

And she proves it immediately.

Her hands are on me, pulling, gripping like she’s been holding this back for too long and doesn’t know how to pace it anymore.

I don’t give her the chance.

I move, ripping apart her underwear.

Everything between us is gone in seconds, my focus narrowing to her, to the way her body is already responding as I stroke her clit, before I’ve even given her enough.

Her fingers drag through my hair, clutching harder, and I feel the shift, the moment she stops thinking and starts reacting.

That’s where I keep her.

Her leg thrown around me, my cock teasing her entrance briefly, I drive into her.

I don’t slow down.

I plunge into her with intent, gauging at first, then harder when I feel her give, when I feel the way her pussy clamps around my cock as her body recognizes mine before anything else does.

A ragged sound leaves her but she tries to hold it in. She fails, because it slips past her fingers clamped against her mouth.

Good.

I want that. I want all of it. The way she reacts. The way she takes me. The way she still fits like nothing’s changed.

I set the pace.

Fast. Relentless.

Not chasing blindly, but driving her there.

Every thrust unhinged, every hit pulling something out of her until she stops pretending completely.

Her body gives it up.

All of it.

Breath breaking. Grip tightening. Moving with me without thinking.

And I feel it build.

I feel the pleasure mount, locking in her, constricting around me, pulling me closer with every second she loses control.

That’s when I push.

Harder.

Deeper.