“Please don’t stop.” “Okay.” He kisses me. “Okay.” His jaw clenches. He sinks in another inch. That awful burning intensifies. I try not to let it show on my face, but the little whimper that escapes me is pretty fucking damning. “We’re stopping,” Chase states. With authority. With conviction. With uneasy determination. “We’re not.” I lock my legs around his waist and tilt my hips up and push down on his ass. And he sinks. Into me. Filling me in one stroke. Bottoming out. The wild burn rushes through me and steals my breath. It’s a sensation I don’t know what to do with. I succumb. But also.
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