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I inhale sharply, the filthy words slamming into me like a physical blow. Adrenaline races straight between my legs, so sudden and violent that my knees nearly buckle. My fingers curl into the fabric of his boxers, gripping the waistband like it's the only thing keeping me upright. "Jagger—" His name comes out broken, half protest, half plea.

His forearm flies to the door near my head. He presses closer so his skin grazes me. His mouth stays right against the shell of my ear, breath hot, voice dropping even lower. "Damn, I love that soft, hungry look on your face."

My pulse hammers so hard, I can feel it in my clit. I take a shaky breath.

The ridge of his cock brushes my lower stomach.

A helpless sound slips out of my throat.

He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating against my skin. "There it is. That little noise you make when you're already halfway gone. You walked through the snow just so I could take what's mine and never give it back. Didn't you?"

I can't answer. My brain has short-circuited. So I stand against the door, trembling, while his thumb keeps stroking slowly under my jaw like he's soothing a wild animal he's about to devour.

"Admit it," he murmurs. "Tell me you're finally ready to stop running and keep me."

The words scrape out of me before I can stop them, raw and shaky. "I'm ready."

"You walked through a snowstorm without a bra or coat, ready for me to use you hard, didn't you?" he murmurs, dragging his nose along the side of my neck and inhaling deep like he can smell how ready I already am.

I close my eyes, feeling a bit dizzy.

"Tell me," he orders.

"Yes."

He groans low against my skin. "Fuck. Look at you, already giving in." His hand tightens on my neck just enough to make my breath catch. Then he demands, "Look at me."

I obey.

His eyes darken, locking on mine, heavy-lidded and burning with pure possession. There's no softness left in them, only hunger and absolute certainty. It's like he's branding me, committing the exact second I gave in to permanent memory.

Then he declares, "I'm not using you, baby. I'm taking you. And there's no going back after this. Every inch of this body—your mouth…your milky tits…your beautiful soaked pussy—is mine from tonight on."

My breath stutters in my chest. He looks at me like he's already decided I'm his and the rest of the world can burn. It makes my stomach flip hard. Endorphins and want race between my legs so sharp, it's almost painful. My thighs can't press any tighter, and there's no hiding how wet I am now.

His thumb grazes my bottom lip. His eyes hold me captive.

Every filthy word sinks into me like a claim. A tiny, helpless sound tries to escape, but I swallow it back, lips parting on a shaky inhale. My fingers tighten in the waistband of his boxers until my knuckles ache. I'm trembling against the door, completely exposed under his stare, and the worst part is how much I want everything he just promised.

It's like he knows. "Good girl."

The praise sends a shiver straight down my spine. He kisses the hinge of my jaw, then lower, open-mouthed against my throat. His fingers tease under the first inches of my yoga pants. "No panties," he mutters, low and wrecked, like he just found something he's been starving for. A rough, almost-pained groan vibrates against my neck as his entire hand shoves deeper, palm cupping me. Two thick fingers push inside me without warning, stretching me open in one slow, filthy thrust while his thumb grinds hard against my clit.

My knees buckle. A broken cry tears from my throat.

He pushes closer to keep me against the door, repeating, "No panties," and pumping deeper. "You came to my door bare and already wet so I could sink my fingers into you the second I touched you. Didn't you?"

"Mm-hmm," vibrates in my throat.

"Fuck." He pushes deeper, palm sliding over bare, soaked skin. He cups me hard, fingers spreading through the slick mess I've already made for him.

"Jesus," I whisper.

"I'm going to ruin you tonight, darlin'. I'm going to keep these fingers in you until you're squirting down my wrist. Then I'm going to lift you up, wrap these legs around me, and fuck this soaked pussy so deep and hard against this door that you'll still feel me tomorrow. And when I've filled you, and you're shaking and dripping down your thighs, I'm going to turn you around, push into that tight little asshole, and take that too…until you're so wrecked and exhausted, you can't do anything but lie there. That's when I'll drop to my knees and eat this messy cunt clean while you come on my tongue one last time."

My breath catches hard in my throat. I've never had anal sex. Never even let anyone try. The thought alone should scare me, should make me push him away. Instead, a full-body shiver rips through me, but the real reaction is lower. The throbbing is so intense, my walls clamp down around his hand. A fresh rush of my arousal spills over his hand.

"That's it, sugar." His voice is pure gravel against my ear. "No need to be scared. This greedy little pussy just told me the truth. You're throbbing for it. You want me to take every single part of you tonight because you're mine, including that tight virgin asshole you've never given anyone. Don't you?"