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“Move,” I begged, my voice thick with lust. “I need you to—” The air whooshed from my lungs as he pulled out and slammed back inside of me.

He wasn’t gentle or tender, slow or sweet. Jason wasn’t making love to me now, he was imprinting himself on my soul, trying to carve his name on my bones.

“Mine,” he growled against my ear before running his tongue down my neck, licking and sucking.

“Jason, I can’t... it’s—”

“Ssh.” He pressed his head against mine, pinning me to the wall with his intense gaze. “I know what you need, Felicity. I will always know.” He punched his hips forward making us both cry out in ecstasy.

My hands wound around his neck, holding on for dear life. I would ache tomorrow, the wall rough against my back, my thighs pressed wide to accommodate Jason’s big body.

But right there, in that moment, I didn’t care. Because we were just two people so desperately and irrevocably in love that we were drowning in each other.

And I didn’t ever want to come up for air.

JASON

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