Her man.
"Kiss me," she whispered as she started to move.
He plunged his tongue deep, tangling with hers as he rolled his hips to get deeper. She pushed down, wiggling on his cock. Then she rose on her knees and pulled out almost to the tip.
"Stop torturing me, woman," he growled and flipped her beneath him. The cot gave a wrenching screech, and he gave her a crooked smile. "Now we've put an end to the rumors that I've been sneaking in here and fucking you every night."
"I wish you had." Her hot admission still held a little pain from what he'd put her through.
His eyes loomed so close, bright with promise. "You'll be sorry you said that when I'm taking up this entire cot." He shifted his weight over her, and his cock angled right into her trigger point.
She threw her head back with a cry and arched. Talk faded as he claimed her lips again, his beard scraping, his kisses bruising-and just what she needed. He sank his cock into her, holding her gaze. When he withdrew, her inner walls held him prisoner.
"Hell. I can't go slow anymore." The cords of his neck stood out.
She fingered the hair on his jaw as she bucked upward to meet his thrust. "Nobody asked you to."
With a primal noise, he took charge. Hitching her thighs high on his hips as he pounded into her. Tongue-fucking her mouth in time to his movements. A deep pressure spread through her belly, and her clit started to pulsate. Each brush of his body against her clit sent her spinning higher and higher.
When the dream end was in sight, she didn't hesitate a second to jump-floating safely in Maddox's arms.
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Fuck, she was coming apart around him. Her small cries muffled by his shoulder, where she'd buried her head. He palmed her breast, and she squeezed him tighter. Every inch of his cock was engulfed in wet heat, and he couldn't get enough.
He reared back to look into her eyes as he drove his cock into her pulsating pussy. Her lips parted on a silent scream, and it was too much.
He tipped his head back on a low groan as the first hot spurts of cum erupted from his cock. She dug her nail points into his shoulders and rode him until the final drop left him.
He had no recollection of collapsing or rolling her on top of him. Her wet pussy, filled with his cum, brushed his hip, and her thigh was draped over him. Running his fingers along the line of her calf muscle, he concentrated on slowing his heart rate.
"I guess this means I'm staying," she said quietly.
"Damn right you are."
She kissed his chest. "You've been wrong about some things, but also right about some."
His lips quirked at the corner. "Yeah? What's that?"
"This cot isn't big enough for both of us."
He glanced around at the shelving. "Maybe we can expand one of the shelves."
She giggled and meshed their fingers. He reveled in the closeness he felt with her-the bond. He had no idea how it had happened, but the instant she'd walked back into his life, he'd been hooked. The timing had been right, and he wasn't going to deny what he felt for her anymore.
He brushed his lips across her temple. "I'm sorry, Syd."
She pressed an index finger to his lips. "Shh. We're only moving forward now. I've learned a lot in the past few years, and the number one motto in my life these days is to only look back on fond memories and to let the rest go."
Locking gazes, he nodded. "You're right. Guess that means you'll be looking back at this moment fondly?"
"Yes."
"And when I tell you that I'm in love with you, you'll recall that as a happy memory too?"
She went still, and the pulse in her wrist tripped beneath his thumb. Tears clouded her baby blues, but a glimmer of fuck-me shined under that. His cock began to harden instantly, and she rolled over his body and slipped down over him. "I love you too," she said on a gasp as he filled her completely.