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"You can," he growls, leaning down to bite my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "You're going to come all over my cock, again and again, until you forget your own name. I've waited too fucking long to be gentle tonight."

He hooks one of my legs over his arm, spreading me wider, and drives in even deeper. The new angle has me seeing stars. I scream, back arching clean off the bed as he fucks me senseless.

"That's it," he praises in a tone that is rough with dark satisfaction. "Scream for me, Audra. Let the whole fucking city hear who this pussy belongs to now. This pussy is mine. Say it."

"Yours—" I sob, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of my eyes. "It's yours. Gabe—fuck—please?—"

He laughs darkly, and the sound sends shivers down my spine even as he rails me harder. "Good girl. Such a perfect little girl, spreading your legs for the man who's been stalking you for months. You like knowing I was watching you, don't you? Touching myself while watching you on camera."

The dirty confession, delivered in that velvet-dangerous voice while he pounds into me, pushes me straight over the edge. I come with a shattered cry; my walls clamp down around his thick cock like a vice. My vision whites out again. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain. Gabe doesn't stop. He fucks me through it, dragging out every pulse until I'm shaking and whimpering beneath him.

But he's not done. Not even close.

He flips me onto my stomach like I'm weightless, yanks my hips up, and slams back inside in one brutal thrust. The new position forces him even deeper. I bury my face in the pillow, muffling my screams as he mounts me like an animal.

"Again," he demands, one hand fisting my hair, the other slapping my ass hard enough to sting. "Come again for me. I want to feel this greedy pussy milk every drop from my cock."

He reaches around and finds my swollen clit, rubbing tight, merciless circles while his hips snap forward relentlessly. The dual sensation is too much. Pressure coils impossibly fast, tighter and hotter than before.

"I can't—Gabe—it's too much?—"

"You can and you will," he snarls again, his voice strained with his own impending release. "This is what you do to me, Audra. You make me fucking feral. I've killed men for looking at you the wrong way, and now I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight tomorrow. Until the only name you remember is mine."

His words, dark and possessive, combined with the relentless drag of his cock and the brutal pressure on my clit, shatter me for the third time. I come so hard my whole body seizes. A silent scream tears from my throat as liquid heat gushes around him. My walls flutter and squeeze so violently that Gabe curses viciously, finally breaking his rhythm.

"Fuck—Audra—taking me so good—gonna fill this tight little cunt?—"

He buries himself to the hilt with a guttural roar, his hips jerking as he empties himself inside me, hot, thick pulses of cum that seem to go on forever. He grinds deep, making sure every drop stays buried where it belongs, marking me from the inside out.

We collapse together. His heavy body pins mine to the mattress, both of us slick with sweat and trembling. His cock is still twitching inside me, softening only slightly, like even now, he doesn't want to leave.

Gabe presses soft, almost reverent kisses along my shoulder, a stark contrast to the savage way he just fucked me. His voice, when it comes, is low and raw with emotion.

"I've wanted you for so fucking long… watched you from the shadows, waited until you were finally free. And now that I haveyou…" He nips my earlobe, then soothes it with his tongue. "I'm never letting you go. This is only the beginning, baby. I'm going to ruin you for anyone else—body, heart, and soul."

I can barely form words, I'm still floating in a haze of aftershocks, but I manage a broken whisper that shocks me to the core, "…Then ruin me."

Gabe's dark chuckle vibrates against my back as he slowly starts rocking inside me again, already hardening for round two.

"Oh, sweetheart… I plan to."

Morning light filtersthrough the blinds in thin, neon-tinged strips, painting soft gold and pink across the sheets. I wake before she does. The city never truly sleeps, and neither do I. But for once, the usual edge in my blood is quieter. Muted. Because she's here. Where she belongs.

Audra lies curled on her side, facing me, copper hair spilled wild across the pillow like a flame frozen mid-burn. Her lips are still slightly swollen from last night. A faint bruise blooms on the side of her neck where I sucked too hard, marking her like the possessive bastard I am. Good. Let it stay. Let every inch of her remember who she belongs to now.

I shift closer, careful not to wake her yet. My hand ghosts over the curve of her hip; her bare skin feels warm under my palm. Fuck, she's soft. So goddamn soft everywhere, where I'm hard edges and violence. Last night I took her rough. Needed it.Needed to fuck the days of her running out on both of us. Needed to feel her come apart screaming my name.

She hadn't minded. Not even close. She'd begged for more, clawed at me, sobbedyourslike a prayer while I buried myself so deep, I didn't know where I ended and she began. But this morning… this morning I want different.

I lean in and press my lips to her shoulder, slow, open-mouthed. Just a brush. Then another, trailing up the line of her neck where her pulse flutters under thin skin. She stirs, a tiny sound escapes her, half sigh, half moan. My cock twitches against her thigh, already hard, but I ignore it. For now.

"Audra," I murmur against her skin, my voice is low and rough from sleep and everything we did. My hand slides up her ribs, thumb stroking the underside of her breast. "Wake up for me, baby."

She makes another soft noise, her eyelids flutter. When those green-gold eyes finally open and focus on me, something tight in my chest eases. Recognition. Heat. A flicker of that same pull that hit me the first night in the station hallway.

"Gabe…" Her voice is husky, still heavy with sleep. She shifts, and the sheet slips lower, baring one perfect breast. I can't resist. I lower my head and kiss the soft swell, then drag my tongue over her nipple until it tightens under my mouth.

She arches with a gasp, and one hand slides into my hair. Not pulling hard like last night. Gentle. Almost tentative. I like both versions of her. The wild one who took my cock like she was born for it, and this one, soft, open, letting me worship her like the queen she is.