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With a fierce tug, I yanked at his collar. Buttons flew in different directions, clattering to the floor. As Lincoln steadied me in his arms, I pulled harder, feeling the fabric tear. Two more buttons came loose, and I slipped my hands inside the torn shirt, my palms grazing his smooth, muscular flesh. Each thrust drove him deeper, sending electric shivers through me.
“Yes, yes!” I cried, my lips pressed against his neck, breathless with pleasure.
“No one can have you,” he growled, his voice low and possessive. “You’re mine.”
“I don’t have a ring on my finger,” I teased, gasping with each powerful push.
Lincoln paused, his breath hot against my face as he lifted my chin. His gaze was intense, searching mine for an answer.
“Is that what you want?” he asked, his voice tender despite the fire in his eyes. “I’ll give you anything you ask.”
“I don’t need a ring,” I replied, breathless.
“Then say you’re mine,” he demanded, his voice laced with an edge of vulnerability.
“I am yours,” I whispered fiercely. “Now make me come.”
Lincoln’s hands gripped my bare ass, lifting my body as he slammed into me with a fierce rhythm. His cock slid past my swollen walls, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. Seconds later, a powerful orgasm took hold, my body trembling as I was engulfed by a storm of ecstasy.
Even as I shattered in pleasure, Lincoln didn’t relent. His movements grew more intense, his chest heaving with the effort. When he finally came, he grunted and groaned my name, filling me with his hot, molten release. The culmination of our passion left us both breathless and spent, our bodies intertwined in a moment of raw, unrestrained connection.
Sex with Lincoln was always a whirlwind of passion, and as I showered his chest with kisses, he took a moment to catch his breath.
“I worry about you, Erika,” he murmured, pressing his lips gently to my forehead.
“Why?” I asked, looking up at him with a curious tilt of my head.
“You’re gorgeous and wild, sometimes to the extreme,” he said, his gaze full of admiration.
“I’m only wild with you,” I replied, smiling up at him.
“I find that hard to believe,” Lincoln said, his eyes softening. “You light up a room. Hell, you light up my freaking life.”
“Is that your way of saying you love me?” I asked, teasing him with a playful smile.
“You know I do,” he said, his voice low and earnest. “I’m such a pussy.”
“You’re not a pussy,” I said softly, tracing a finger along his jaw.
“Six weeks ago, a relationship wasn’t even on my radar,” Lincoln confessed.
“Did you ever think it was time?” I inquired, genuinely interested.
“I didn’t. I figured I’d keep fucking around for a few more years, maybe even longer.”
“That’s no way to live,” I said, shaking my head.
“You were doing it. Did you ever think of settling down?” he asked, his tone thoughtful.
“Eventually,” I admitted. “After a few years of therapy. My parents messed me up. They can’t even be in the same room together. What if I get married? Will they ruin my wedding with a full-blown argument?”
“I wouldn’t let that happen,” Lincoln said firmly. “I’d throw them out first.”
“Who says you’ll be my husband?” I challenged, my eyes narrowing slightly.
“I do,” Lincoln said with a confident smile. “Do you want anyone else?”
“No, but marriage?” I hesitated. “It’s a big step.”
