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The word flashes through me.

I crush it.

She’s not mine. I’m not sure Robin Bellamy could ever belong to anyone.

Her hips shift. Her breath breaks. Pleasure and pain twist together in the sounds she makes, and I’m ready to burst.

This isn’t about me hurting her. It’s about her taking what I give her and conjuring strength out of it.

It also makes me want her so badly I can hardly see.

I smooth my palm over the reddened curve of her skin, gentler now. “Your ass is gorgeous, Robin. Plump and perfect and red now.” I slide my fingers through her crack and down into her pussy. “And God, you’re wet. So fucking wet.”

She shivers. “Don’t get sweet on me,” she mutters.

I lean over her, my mouth near her ear. “Never.” And I thrust my cock into her wet warmth.

“Cruz,” she groans.

God, my name on her moan. I nearly erupt then, but I hold myself in check, buried balls deep.

I grip her hips.

And this time, I don’t treat her like she’s fragile.

Because she’s not fragile. She’s fire. Fucking fire.

I thrust, thrust, thrust. She gloves me perfectly, as if she were made for me.

“That’s it,” she grits out. “Take me away from here. Away from Colombia. Away from this whole fucking planet, Cruz. I want to fly. I want to fucking fly!”

My teeth clenched, I pound her harder, harder, harder, until⁠—

“Yes!” she shrieks.

Her pussy walls clench against me as she comes, and fuck… That’s all it takes.

I spill into her, releasing.

Fuck, releasing.

And with each spurt, I feel more and more complete.

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ROBIN

For several minutes, I don’t know where I am.

Not really.

I know clean sheets twist beneath me. Warm lamplight glows against cracked plaster.

I know Cruz is beside me.

My body feels boneless.

Ruined, but in the best way.