He twists his fingers inside me, hitting that spot that makes me shatter, pushing me over the edge with ruthless precision.

But he doesn’t stop.

He turns me to face him, scooping me up into his arms, carrying me toward the bed with a savage tenderness. He lays me down like I’m something precious, like he’s staking his claim.

His body hovers over mine, big and powerful, pinning me down without even needing to touch me. His hands skim up my sides, slow, firm, claiming every inch of skin like it belongs to him.

Because it does. It always has.

“Spread your legs for me.”

I obey, baring myself for him, trembling with need. His mouth curves into something dark and devastating—not a smile, not exactly. Something more like possession.

He grips my thighs, dragging me to the edge of the bed, lining himself up with my body.

No teasing this time. No slow burn.

Just Alex and…

Raw. Ruthless. Rapture.

The first thrust knocks the air from my lungs. I cry out, arching into him, but he doesn’t let up. He drives into me hard, deep, again and again.

“That’s it. Take all of me.”

I do.

God, I do.

He pounds into me with single-minded focus—like he’s trying to erase every trace of anyone else, every doubt, every fucking mistake.

My hands fist the sheets, clutching with desperation, but it’s not enough. I need to hold him. Need him closer.

“Alex—” I say, reaching for him.

He grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand, his other gripping my chin and forcing my gaze up to his. “Eyes on me. No looking away. I want you to know who you belong to.”

His face twists, wrecked and beautiful and so full of love it makes my chest ache.

“You’re mine.” Each thrust punctuates his words. “Always have been, always will be.”

My body clenches around him, spiraling closer to the edge with every brutal, perfect thrust. I’m so close I can sense it vibrating through every nerve ending.

He doesn’t slow down. Doesn’t soften. He gives me everything. All the anger, all the heartbreak, all the love he’s been holding inside.

“I fucking missed you,” he says, his voice cracking on the words.

A broken sob rips from my lips. “I missed you too.”

He pulls almost all the way out—then slams back inside me so deep I shatter around him, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave, hot and violent, stealing my breath.

Alex curses under his breath, losing the last thread of control, pounding into me as he chases his own release. His body tenses above me, every muscle locked tight—and then he breaks, groaning my name like a prayer as he comes hard, spilling inside me with a shudder that makes it seem like it’ll never end.