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Nipping at the sensitive skin below my ear.

Barley brushing my mouth with his, just enough that I can taste myself still smeared across his lips.

"Say it, baby," he whispers when he's fully hovered over me, his muscles tight against my shoulders, trapping me in the best possible way.

His tone is different now—confident. Unwavering. And his eyes are darker.

Locked on mine.

He barely waits for an answer.

"Tell me that this—" His arm flies between us, the other bulging against the strain of his weight as he palms my pussy. "Has always been mine."

"It has," I moan, waving my hips to create some sort of friction against his steady hand.

Jace slips one finger inside. It doesn't move, and it's not enough—not nearly enough—but it still edges me closer.

I cry out.

"Has what?" he asks, dipping down to kiss my jaw.

I gulp down air as I bring my arms around his neck, holding on to him like I might float away. "It's always been yours."

He slips another finger in.

I'm fuller now, my pussy clenching around him.

Desperate. Needy. But it's still not enough. Still not what I want.

"Jace," I plead.

He doesn't move, just sucks in a deep breath. "Now. Too," he grinds out.

My brow creases as I pant beneath him.

"Say it's mine now too, baby." He drops his forehead, his eyes slinking shut. "Please," he begs.

I drag my fingers along the back of his head, and he tilts it to follow them like a plant to the sun. I slide my palm down his cheek and tip his chin back. "Look at me," I say.

His lids slowly open.

"It's yours—then, now." The next words threaten to get caught in my throat, but I force them out anyway. "It's only ever been yours."

His breath stills.

"Where it matters most, at least."

His eyes burrow through mine. "You never…"

I shake my head slightly. "Close, I guess. Other things. " I shrug. "But no. Never that."

Jace rips his hand from between us to hold my chin between his thumb and forefinger. He searches my face like he wants to say something, but instead, he answers by pressing his lips to mine with all the force and feeling of a thousand words.

When our tongues meet, I lift one leg. I wrap it around his waist, pressing his hard cock as flush against me as I can with his joggers still concealing it.

Jace rolls his hips once before sliding down the length of me and back to his knees.

He goes right to work nipping and sucking, and in a matter of seconds, my legs quiver beneath him.