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‘Please... Please,’ she begged. ‘I need you right...There!’
He centred on the perfect spot, at last, and rubbed. She stiffened, the brutal orgasm charging towards her. The pleasure slammed into her and the harsh coil released in a rush as sensation exploded.
She was panting, limp, steeped in afterglow—floating on the high bright cloud of endorphins—when he kissed her nose and murmured, ‘Good girl. I knew you could do it.’
Her eyes opened, but she was too blissed out to find the words to argue with him... Especially as she had no ammunition whatsoever. Shehadbegged. No question about it, but the reward had been worth it.
And anyway, as she watched him scramble to locate a condom and roll it on the thick erection with considerable haste, she decided he wasn’t in total control any more.
She stretched, feeling languid and smug now, too. ‘You’re a bastard for teasing me like that,’ she murmured. ‘Perhaps I should make you beg now, too.’
His gaze locked on hers—the look in his eyes fierce with undisguised need and approval. ‘You could,’ he said as he grasped her hips and tugged her down until he could settle between her thighs. ‘But I think we both know that would be entirely counterproductive,’ he said, ‘because you’ve already brought me to my knees.’
He smiled as he said it, to make it seem as if he were joking, but the low husky voice and the intense desire in his gaze told her he was as desperate as she was to finally feel him inside her.
Her heart battered her ribs and got stuck in her throat. The thought that she had made him want her, this much, both impossibly exciting and undeniably empowering.
‘You ready?’ he said.
She nodded, overwhelmed.
Why did this moment feel so significant? Was it because of the approval in his eyes, the thought that he didn’t just want her, he needed her, too?
The foolishly romantic thought faded, to be replaced by shocking desire as he dragged his thick length through her folds, angling her hips to caress the too-sensitive nub.
Then he pushed against her entrance, his hips surging forward to impale her in one all-consuming thrust.
She bit into her bottom lip, the pinch of pain nothing compared to the visceral shock of having him buried so deep inside her. He felt huge, stretching her body to its limits.
He grunted and swore against her cheek, burying his face in her hair.
‘Damn, you’re so tight,’ he hissed, his pained tone a vindication.
She wasn’t the only one struggling to adjust to the exquisite torture.
He lifted up to stare into her face, and she let out a broken sob, the movement making her even more aware of how comprehensively he had claimed her. And stroking a spot deep inside that had the intense pleasure sparking along her nerve-endings again.
‘Are you okay?’ he said, surprise sprinting across his lust-blown pupils.
She nodded. It felt both raw and overwhelming to have him lodged to the hilt, but also so real and right... And unbelievably erotic.
He held still, a bead of sweat forming on his brow, making her aware of the effort it took him not to move as he gave her time to adjust.
He shifted, caressing the raw spot again, and she jolted, brutally aware of the pleasure flooding back now, to pulse and pound at her core.
He clasped her hips, and adjusted her pelvis, to get deeper still.
She groaned, clinging to his shoulders, trying desperately to anchor herself, to hold on.
‘Tell me what you want,’ he said, the teasing tone gone, to be replaced with urgency. ‘Tell me what works for you.’
Emotion swelled and burned alongside the rush of returning pleasure—at the expression on his face, both concerned and determined.
She blinked furiously, far too aware of the burn in her throat, and the unexpected rush—both physical and emotional—at the thought that, in this moment, she mattered to him.
‘Can you...can you move?’ she asked. ‘It feels good when you move.’
He laughed, the sound deep and rough. Then he pulled out and thrust back, slowly, carefully, the thick intrusion even more overwhelming.
