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Because Bryn isn’t the type of woman that wants a gentle man.

She wants a gentleman.

Someone who knows when to play games and when to dominate them.

The first press of my tongue against hers is sharp.

And forceful.

And overpowering.

The next mimics the first until she teasingly swipes back, challenging me to control the moment.

Her.

Harsh lashes are meant once more, taunting, pushing; however, this time there’s no time or space or breath to do anything other than surrender.

To succumb to the savage swirls.

Crumble under the overwhelming pressure that builds and builds and builds, commanding she collapse into my hold. Years of compressed composure combusts with celerity and carves a crazed path across every inch of her mouth, consuming hints of mint and lip gloss, leaving nothing behind except my signature, sealing her to me.

Me to her.

Wet strands become tangled around my fingers during their desperate, deep dive through them to latch onto her actual skin.

To actively indulge in another touch.

Just as they clamp down in victory, my mouth loses possession of hers due to the way her palms are cascading across my chest.

Clawing at my abs.

Curling around my hips like I’m now at her mercy.

Groans push past my gritted teeth in tandem with my forehead knocking into hers. “You touch me, you belong to me.”

She lets the tip of her tongue steal a swipe of my top lip.

“It’s non-negotiable, Bryn.”

“Everything’s negotiable, Wes.”

I force my mismatched gaze to relinquish its hooded state in order to bore my stare into hers. “Not. This.”

A pleased, amused hum is accompanied by her hand curling firmly around my cock. “Understood, Mr. Wilcox.”

Possessed, primal hisses hit the air prior to my teeth piercing her neck. The aggressiveness of my actions is instantly mirrored in hers causing me to mindlessly thrust into her hold, anxious to have more of not just another person, but her in particular. Time – that I believe – most women would waste with feeble feels and uncertain caresses, mine fills with savage strokes, intended to stake her claim and brand it too. Each brazen jerk covers every inch of my shaft, delivering ecstasy during the repeated executions that become even more so when her other hand slides to my balls.

Gives them a deliriously firm squeeze.

The delicious motion prompts me to drill my teeth deeper into her sensitive flesh while barbarically thrusting into her wild pumping.

Frantically fucking her hand.

Letting precum become smeared anywhere and everywhere it can reach.

Bites at the top of her neck transpose into sucks and sucks transition back into bites along their descent to her collarbone. Up and down the cycle continues matching and mimicking the movements of her hand, the rapidness of her heaving chest, the hitches in her breath.

Scrapes of her scalp are met by additional tugs to my nuts that lead me to grabbing her ass.

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