Ciara's POV “Fuck… Ciara,” he breathes, hands gripping my hips. It’s not fucking this time. It’s slower. Deeper. I roll my hips in long, lazy circles, taking every inch of him while we look straight at each other. His cock stretches me so good it makes my eyes water. I can feel how wet I am, how I’m soaking his lap every time I slide back down. “You feel that?” I whisper, forehead pressed to his. “I see you, Cain. I see you.” His hands slide up my back, holding me close as I ride him nice and deep. Every thrust makes my clit grind against him, and the pressure keeps building in this warm, heavy way that feels dangerous. “I’m terrified I’m falling in love with the wrong twin,” I admit against his mouth, my voice cracking as I start to shake. Cain wraps his arms around me tighter, one hand cradling the back of my head. He kisses me slowly still buried to the hilt inside me. “You’re not,” he murmurs, his voice thick. “You’re finally falling for the right one.” Her fingers
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