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Chapter 8 - He almost claimed me!

By the time we hit the drive..thru, I was a mess. My thighs were trembling, my pulse in my throat, and Daniel's hand had barely left my skin the whole ride. He'd mastered the art of "innocent" ... casual driver, father chatting with his daughter ...while under the console, he was unraveling me one touch at a time.

And I hated it. No, correction....I hated how much I loved it.

When he finally pulled into the driveway, Lila stretched and yawned from the backseat.

"That was fun," she said, oblivious.

Meanwhile, my entire body was begging him to do more, to finally let go.

Then Daniel's voice cut through the quiet. Smooth. Dangerous.

"Maya forgot her bag," he told Lila.

I blinked. "I—what?"

He shot me a look that shut me up instantly.

Lila shrugged. "Okay. I'll head in, you guys grab it."

She disappeared inside, door shutting.

Daniel didn't waste a second. He slammed the car into gear, tires screeching as we tore back down the street. My heart flew into my throat.

"Daniel—what the hell—"

"Shut up," he growled, eyes locked on the road. "Do you have any idea what you just put me through tonight?"

I swallowed, heat flooding my chest. "What you put me through."

He laughed, low and dark. "You think I didn't see you squirming? Fighting it? Begging me without a word?"

I had no comeback, because it was true.

He drove fast, too fast, until the lights vanished and the road opened to shadows and silence. Then he pulled into an empty clearing, killed the engine, and finally looked at me.

No smirk this time. Just hunger.

"Get in the back," he ordered.

The second the door slammed, Daniel was on me.

Mouth hot, kiss brutal. My back hit the seat, legs parting without a thought, like my body had been waiting for this exact second all night.

"I can't—" I gasped against his lips. "I can't hold it anymore."

"Good," he growled, dragging my skirt up, exposing me to the night air. His hand skimmed over my thigh, and I shivered hard. "Don't hold back. Not with me."

The moment his hips pressed into mine, I moaned loud, unbothered, not caring who could hear if anyone was even out here. He was thick, hot, sliding against me, right where I was aching most. And God, I needed him inside me.

"Daniel, please," I whined, shameless, my nails clawing at his shirt, tugging, desperate to strip him bare. "Don't tease me. I need you. I need all of you."

His smirk was sin itself. "You're begging already? Haven't even given you what you want."

I rocked up against him anyway, chasing the friction, grinding myself on his length like I'd forgotten how to care about dignity. "I don't care. I'll beg. I'll do anything. Just...stop holding back."

He groaned, head falling against my shoulder, his restraint breaking in cracks. "Fuck, Maya. You're so wet I can feel it. You're about to make me lose it."

"Then lose it," I gasped, pulling his face back down to mine. "Inside me. Please. Just...fuck me."

His teeth grazed my lip as he kissed me, hard, his hips rolling again, slow but devastating. The blunt head of him rubbed against my entrance, each pass dragging moans out of me I couldn't swallow.

"God," I sobbed, arching under him, thighs spread wider. "Why are you torturing me? Just take me, Daniel. I'm yours. I don't care anymore. I don't care about anything but you inside me."

He stilled then, pressing right at the edge, breath rough in my ear. "Say that again."

"I'm yours," I whispered, then louder, broken, "I'm yours. All of me. Please, please, please—"

His hand tangled in my hair, tugging until I had no choice but to look at him. His eyes were fire, his body trembling like he was seconds from snapping. "You're mine," he echoed, voice raw. "And no one's ever gonna touch you like this. No one."

And just as he shifted, just as I felt the first unbearable stretch of him finally breaching

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