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“Yes.” She looked up at me. “But I love it. It’s a beautiful kind of pain.”
I brushed her hair back from her forehead, the fierce urge to protect her clutching at my heart. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You aren’t. You’re making me feel alive again, Wes.” She moved beneath me, her body undulating in a way that had me hanging onto control with the barest of thread. She picked up her head and whispered in my ear. “Don’t leave me.”
Her words were as arousing as her body, and I had to move, had to claim her for my own. I watched pain turn to pleasure on her face, filling me with an intoxicating sense of power and possession.
Finally, she was mine.
I took her arms and put them over her head, pinning her wrists to the mattress. “Come for me,” I demanded, fucking her deep and hard with tight little thrusts. “Now that you’re mine, come for me.”
“Yes!” she cried out, her eyes locked on mine. She tried to get her arms loose, but I held her fast.
“I want you to come, Hannah. Now. Now!” I ordered, terrified she wouldn’t come before I had to pull out, which was in about five more seconds. But she did—I recognized the high-pitched, wavering cry that echoed the pulse inside her, watched the flush overtake her face, and felt her body contracting around mine. She was so fucking beautiful, and she was mine. It was my name she had whispered in the dark, my body bringing her to this state of divine madness, my love she had asked for. I’d never forget the sound of her voice saying those words.
I want you to love me.
I want you to love me.
I want you to love me.
Oh, fuck.
I yanked myself out of her body without a second to spare and fisted my cock, leaning back on my knees and fucking my hand until I came in hot, rhythmic bursts all over my chest.
When it was over, I realized Hannah had been watching me.
“Wow.” She was propped up on her elbows, her eyes wide.
I grimaced as my heart continued to race. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t exactly a romantic ending.”
“It was to me,” she said. “Because you put me first.”
“I’ll always put you first.”
She smiled, although it almost looked a little sad to me.
“You don’t believe me?”
Her eyes fell. “Sometimes I have a hard time with words like always.”
Of course she did. My heart felt heavy. “Maybe I can change your mind about them.”
She looked up again, her smile a little more hopeful. “Maybe you can.”
Twelve
HANNAH
“Favorite meal.” I was lying across the bed on my stomach, arms folded beneath my head. Next to me, Wes lay on his side, head propped on one hand. With the other, he traced a line down my spine, from the base of my neck all the way to my tailbone, over and over again. We’d been talking for hours about everything and nothing, fascinated by every word that came out of each other’s mouths.
“Hmm. I’m not sure I have one.” He watched his fingertips glide over each vertebra, from the arc of my ribcage to the ravine of my lower back. His eyes were full of wonder, like I had the most amazing spine he’d ever seen in all his life, personal and professional.
“Come on, I want to make it for you.”
“Anything you cook, I will devour. And then, I will
devour the cook.” He leaned down and bit my shoulder.
