“Fuck, I need you,” I growl, pulling back and slamming home again. Zoey’s hands move to my biceps, gripping me tightly in encouragement. Her every stuttered gasp is music to my ears.

“Yes . . . I . . . you . . .” She moans between each driving stroke, but her words float away too.

There’s no more space for words, for thoughts, for feelings. There’s no time in between panting breaths and hard slaps of our bodies.

Despite all of our combined intelligence, we’re animals, primal beings at our core, and we hungrily unleash on each other. I claim her with every hammering plunge, and she returns in force, mashing her lips against mine, combining our breaths. Her noises get higher pitched, almost keening, and I feel myself swell, trembling on the edge.

Sensing my impending orgasm, she bites my lower lip sharply. The pain pulls me back for a thrust, then a second, and a third as her legs lock around my back to pull me in tightly. With a final hard stroke, I explode deep inside her, my cock pulsing and both of us crying out as hard, knee-quaking orgasms rip through us simultaneously.

I lay my head against hers, panting with exertion as she holds me, her breath coming in shuddering hitches. “Blake.”

“You’re mine,” I pant, unable to stop my words. “No rule can change that. I’ll break them all, time after time, no matter the consequences. You’re mine, Zoey Walker.”

She smiles, not the big grin she always makes me work for but a small, sweet one that says I’m inside her in more ways than one. With my cock still buried, I wrap my arms around her hips and lift her up, her legs squeezing my waist as I turn toward her bedroom. “Where are you going?”

“You think I’m done with you? I haven’t seen you in days. I’m taking you to bed to do everything you deserve,” I promise her. “And more, if you’ll let me.” I flash her a charming smile before letting it turn lecherous as I bounce her once on my already-hardening cock to make sure she knows exactly what she’s getting herself into.

Zoey whoops out a laugh and holds me tighter. “Does that include a new sleep shirt?”

“Absolutely not. No clothes for you or me, Miss Walker. That way, I can slip right back inside you when we wake up. Hell, I might just sleep all tucked up inside, warm and cozy.”

* * *

After round two, or maybe it’s three, we lay in Zoey’s bed. It’s lumpier than mine, but I like that it makes her melt into me, her head on my shoulder and her leg thrown over mine. But we don’t sleep. We don’t even pretend we’re going to, leaving the lamp on so we can see each other. I’ve missed just seeing her.