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Hooking her legs around my waist, I grab a pillow from behind us and prop it under her hips.

“I want to see you take every inch of me, tigritsa.”

Her eyes go wide as I sink into her.

“So tight. Jesus,” I hiss.

With one arm above her head, I lace my fingers through her other and lean over her, her hot breath hitting against my lips. With every thrust, the feel of her warmth surrounding my cock is pure, electrifying pleasure.

I’ve never done this raw before. And, holy hell, it’s worth the risk.

She was right. Kissing isn't my thing. Yet, with her, I can’t get enough.

“Kiss me, baby.”

She moans into my mouth as I pick up the pace, slamming into her and slowly retreating out, over and over again, until I can barely see straight.

“Oh my god, Jax.”

“Keep saying my name, baby.”

She clamps around my dick, and I can’t hold back. The second her teeth sink into my neck, pain sears through my skin, and I erupt with the most violent, all-consuming orgasm I've ever had. As my hand finds her neck and I squeeze, she shatters around me.

Holy fucking shit.

Resting my sweaty forehead against hers, I have no words. We just lay there, her nails tracing small circles on my back, sending tingles throughout my entire body as my cock twitches inside her.

“Better than good?”

She lets out a laugh and my heart hammers.

“I don’t know my own name right now, Jax. Yeah, five star service.”

I smile against her hot skin.

As I push myself up, she links her arms around my neck, pulling me back to her.

“I’m going to get you cleaned up,” I whisper against her lips.

She shakes her head.

“No?”

The corner of her mouth turns up in a teasing smirk. “What’s the point? We’re going again, right?”

I bite down on my tongue.

My brother seriously fucked up letting this woman go. I’m kinda glad, since she’s in my arms and I get to experience this. Damn shame it will only ever be once.

I wake up, immediately aware of the strawberry scent invading my senses. Sweet Sofia. Her back is pressed up against my chest. And I’m lying here with a handful of her breast and an already hard cock poking her ass.

What a way to start my last day in New York.

“Morning,” I whisper against her shoulder and follow it with a kiss.

“Hmm, good morning.” She stretches out, rolling onto her back. With the morning light streaming through my windows, I can see the full array of beautiful red marks scattered on her body.

She smiles at me, reminding me of the last rule I had that we broke. No sleepovers. Not that we slept much.