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My nails dug into his shoulders, pulling a groan from him. “I can’t be gentle with you.”
“I don’t want gentle. I just want you.”
His eyes were liquid with heat, and his hand tracked down my hot skin, cupping my ass, while the other remained by my head, holding himself above me. I pressed my lips to his, letting him take the lead, owning my mouth and murmuring his dirty desires against my lips.
I wanted him to take what he needed from me. He’d been a prisoner for five years. Five years of wanting someone to fulfill his needs, but more importantly, he’d spent his entire life waiting for someone to love him.
I’d love him with everything I had, and right now, I had my body, something he so desired and needed.
He broke away from the kiss, and his chest rubbed against my breasts as we both tried to catch our breaths.
We both groaned when he slipped his fingers into my wet, warm core. “Patience, little bird. I will reward you.” His hot breath fanned over my face, and I sighed against him, melting.
He ran his fingers from my core to my clit and back, soaking every inch with my wetness. My body rebelled with the need to explode around him. Nobody had touched me like this. He flicked my clit, and I arched up into his chest.
“Good girl, Harley. You’re fucking soaked for me, little bird.” I was light-headed from not breathing, but I nodded. East hummed his approval and pressed his thumb against my clit, while he worked the other two fingers inside of me.
I cried out, unable to stop myself from grinding on him. His slow strokes were driving me insane with need, and a shudder ran through me when he quickened his pace.
I whimpered, clutching at him with a desperation I’d never felt before. A long moan ripped from my chest as he added a third finger. So full.
He slowly circled my clit, stroking the heat inside me until I was drawn tight with tension that built every time I rocked my hips against his hand.
“Come, little bird. Sing for me, Harley.” His low, raspy voice tipped me over the edge, and my head fell back as the pressure exploded through me, unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
My core clenched greedily around his fingers, every part of me combusting. The release rocked me, and I screamed his name in the darkness of the room. His fingers slowly milked the rest of my orgasm as I watched the grin that tore at his lips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you sing for me, little bird.” He growled, and with one hand, he pushed the remaining boundary between us away. His boxers fell to the floor with a soft thud, his heavy length resting against my quivering heat.
His heart pounded against my chest as he closed the space between us. He stroked his length between my wet thighs, and I spread my legs, giving him access, drawing a deep groan from the back of his throat.
“I don’t have a fucking condom,” he growled, his body tensing.
“I’m on the pill,” I whispered, absolutely breathless, my thighs quivering around his hips.
“Are you sure? Harley, we can stop. I can stop.” His voice was so full of need, tearing at my soul.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I need you, Easton.” He nodded and pressed the head of his cock to my slippery heat.
Lips parted, I pressed my forehead to his as he slowly worked himself between my folds, against my sensitive clit, and ground into me. My eyelids closed on their own accord, pleasure coursing through my body.
His movements were too gentle, caressing, like he was trying to savor this moment and my body. Too perfect for a moment that might never happen again. Perfect enough to ruin me for any other man.
He pressed soft kisses along my jaw. “Look at me, Harley. Open those beautiful eyes and look at me. I want you to see me and what I’m going to do to you.”
Opening my eyes, his gaze pierced mine, his icy blue eyes clashing against mine, full of emotion neither of us was ready to express verbally. He nipped at my bottom lip, then caressed it with his tongue, hands sliding over my skin until every nerve ending screamed with need. He had set me on fire with his perfect words and touch.
I held his gaze as he pulled out and then entered me in one fluid thrust. A tortured moan escaped his lips as I screamed his name. The feeling of fullness overwhelmed every single one of my senses, and I squeezed around him with a need I’d never known before.
He was too controlled, body tight with restraint, his muscles tense beneath my touch. He kept up a steady pace, stroking me from the inside, and my heart clenched as he made love to me.
Suddenly, his hand skimmed over my sensitive skin until he found my clit. When he rubbed two fingers over it, I squirmed beneath him. I dropped my head onto the soft mattress, his name a broken plea on my lips.
I ground against him, needing more, but he remained slow and teasing. I was sure my body was breaking as he thrust his length into my core. Easton shook as he drove in and out of me, building the pressure we were both so desperate for.
“Open your eyes, Harley,” he rasped, voice low. Looking at him, I focused on his mouth and the tiny bead of sweat on his top lip. Moving my gaze up toward his eyes, his hungry gaze ate me whole.
His fingers brushed against my clit harder, his hips picked up speed, and I was a second away from breaking.
