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  Smacking her hand away, I take her by her thighs, directing her so that her pussy hovers over my mouth as her body aligns with mine, my cock circling her mouth as her hands grip my thighs. Grabbing her by her ass, I bring her down, her lower lips opening perfectly for me as I devour her. Taking her whole into my mouth, I run my tongue up and down her lips, meeting her clit as she shakes above me. Meanwhile, my cock is so far down her throat, it takes everything for me to be able to remember that I’m pleasing her too.

  Everything nerve ending is shooting off, and my toes are curling as she blows my mind, sucking me and playing with my balls as I fuck her mouth. I want to come. So fucking bad, but I want to do it in her, and I also want her to come first. I feel it building; her body is taut, her legs are shaking, and with every suck is a pause so she can cry out my name.

  “Fuck,” she cries, her lips at the tip of my cock, making me jump from the sensation, as my tongue presses to her clit.

  When I bury my face in her pussy, she cries out, and I know she is there. I hold her still, and my cock goes deep into her throat as I suck her clit into my mouth, biting it ever so softly. She shatters against my mouth, choking on my cock as she comes with the force of a tsunami. She gasps for breath, and my cock falls out of her mouth as I slowly lick her, kissing her thighs before placing her down on the bed and covering her body with mine.

  “That was so damn wrong,” she says against my lips as I push myself into her with one thrust. Taking her by the back of her knees, I press her legs back farther, needing to be deeper as she cries out, “But so fucking good.”

  I grin against her lips, pushing to the hilt as my toes curl against my sheets. “It was,” I agree, moving out and then pushing back into her with more force than needed, but I can’t help it. I’m about to lose it.

  But fuck, I forgot a condom.

  Groaning, I let my head fall to her chest as I shake my head, gasping for breath. “What?” she asks, confused, and I look up at her, my chin digging into her chest.

  “I need a condom, but I don’t want one. You feel so fucking good.”

  She grins, moving a stray piece of hair out of my eyes. “It does.”

  Watching her, I throb inside of her. And I swear, I just fell for her all over again. Her face is pink, her freckles almost disappearing because of how flushed she is. Her eyes are so dark, her lids hooded as she gasps for breath. I don’t want this ever to end. “I should put a child in you.”

  Why did I say that?

  Her grin drops, her eyes widen, and I can’t believe I said that. That was the stupidest thing I ever could have said, but yet, I want to. “Then he won’t want to marry you.”

  “Yeah, but your da will kill it.”

  “I’ll kill him before he could,” I promise, and her eyes soften as she watches me. I’m not sure what she is thinking, but both of us know it can’t happen.

  “I can’t stop you. I’m kind of in a compromising position.”

  I chuckle, kissing the side of her breast before sitting up. “True, but I wouldn’t ruin you like that.”

  Letting her go, I remove myself from her body as I reach into my nightstand. “You keep saying you’ll ruin me but, Osh, I’ve never been happier than I am with you.”

  Swallowing hard, I nod as I sit back, her legs still around my waist as I sheath myself. “That’s when we are together, though. When we are apart, the world is against us,” I say before reentering her, taking her knees like I had her before and pressing them back.

  “Fuck the world,” she groans, and I couldn’t agree more.

  Soon, I’m moving in and out of her, each thrust more demanding as she holds on, a sweet little whimper leaving her lips with each thrust. I love how perfect her body looks. All flushed, marked with my love bites, and her fingers digging into my forearms. I don’t want this to end, I don’t want to come, but soon, her body is squeezing mine so impeccably that I can’t stop it. I’m hissing her name as I come hard, my body jerking against hers.

  Arching up, her body squeezes mine as she cries out, another orgasm racking her. Throbbing inside of her, I collapse on her, nuzzling my nose into her neck as I fall to the side so I don’t squish her too much. Our breathing is erratic, and the feel of her heart beating against my chest is something I never want to forget. Or the fact that she burns against me. Closing my eyes, I nuzzle closer, kissing her collarbone and then her neck once more as she cuddles against me, her arms holding me close as I squeeze her against me.

  In our final post-sex hug.

  My eyes burn while I hold her, as the thoughts of never being touched by her again shatter me. Fucking Marcello Kerrigan will hold her after sex for the rest of her life. He’ll kiss her collarbone because it’s fucking kissable. He’ll come hard inside of her without a fucking condom and make a child. He’ll get to wake up to her every morning and feel her mouth anytime he wants. All while I’m fucking miserable.

  Without her.

  “Oceanus, I meant what I said.” Pulling back, I meet her gaze. Her eyes are sad once more, filling with tears. “I’m not his yet.”

  Holding her gaze, I know what she is implying, and I want to jump at the notion that we can be together until the moment she is his, but I’m scared. Again, another emotion I haven’t felt ever in my life. “I know that, my love, but you will be. And every time I’m with you, see you, I fall even more.”

  She nods slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. “So do I, but I don’t think it matters if we’re apart or together. I’ll always love you, and I’ll never love Marcello.”

  His name is vile to me, and I don’t even want to hear it on her lips. “Don’t say his name.”

  Holding my face, she runs her thumbs along my cheek. “I don’t ever want to say it. I only want to say yours.”

  “I know,” I whisper, my lips moving against hers. Silence falls between us, just the sounds of our breathing audible along with the beat of her heart against my chest.

  Moving her nose along mine, she nuzzles my nose and then whispers, “I’m yours, Osh. Always.”

  My lips tip up as I kiss her softly, my eyes opening as we part. “And I’m yours.”

  “Don’t make me leave.”

  “Like I could if I wanted to.”

  “I mean, like, ever. I promise I won’t touch him or allow him to touch me up until the moment I marry him. Just be with me until then.”

  I swallow hard. “Don’t you think that is naïve of us? Don’t you think it will hurt more?”

  “Yeah, but it’s gonna suck either way. At least, this way, we can get as much as we want of each other before we can’t see each other ever again.”

  Pulling back, I hold her hopeful gaze. “I won’t be the other guy. If you’re with me, you’re with me.”

  “I know, same for you. He isn’t even coming to New York till a week before the wedding. They want me to go out there, but I won’t. I promise.”

  I know that I’m not being smart here, but I can’t help it. I’m irresponsibly in love with her. “Okay.”

  “I love you, Oceanus,” she declares before pressing her lips to mine. As she pulls away, her eyes are so full of hope and ever so full of love. I want to be elated, I want to feel right about this, but I know I’m in big trouble.

  For when this ends, it’s going to kill me.

  I can still feel her on me, and I hope I never lose that feeling.

  I yearn for it.

  Clearing my throat, I know the last thing I want to do is go down to the Clandestine and sit, watching my sister as she works, but it’s my night to do so. I’d much rather stay in my room with Taegan, but even she had to leave, and the thoughts in my head are going to drive me crazy. Thoughts of her seeing him, the dog. Meeting with him, talking to him… It makes me shake with jealousy. I know he is not in town; he won’t be until the week of the wedding. Which is another thing. Neither of us knows when it will happen.

  When our relationship will really be over.

  As I walk toward the bar, I