ISABELLE I did, my arms around his neck, and then he was pushing inside me in one hard thrust.We both groaned.“Fuck,” he breathed. “You feel so good.”Matt didn’t give me time to adjust, didn’t ease into it. He just took.Hard. Fast. Desperate.The wall pressed against my back with each thrust, his grip on my thighs bruising, and I loved every second of it. “Matt—”“You’re mine,” he growled. “Say it.”“Yours,” I gasped. “I’m yours.”“That’s right.” His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing my skin. “Mine. All fucking mine.”The combination of his words, his pace, the feel of him so deep inside me—it was too much.“I’m close—”“Come for me,” he demanded. “Let me feel you.”I shattered, crying out into the night, not caring if anyone heard, knowing no one could.Matt followed seconds later, his grip tightening, his face buried in my neck as he came with my name on his lips.We stayed like that for a moment, both breathing hard, the sound of waves crashing below mixing with our ragged br
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