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Satisfied with my response, he rose. With maddening slowness, he pulled his clothing off, one piece at a time.

In the dim light of dawn, I noticed the white gauze, stained with something horrid, taped to his body.

I struggled to sit up and reached for him.

Jaxon caught my wrists and tugged me back against the mattress. He held my arms above my head.

“No.”

That one word silenced my protests. But the questions remained, bouncing through my mind like rubber balls.

He slid his boxers from his hips as he climbed onto the bed.

“I’m going to take you now. Take what is mine.” He nudged my legs apart, kneeling between them. “There are condoms in the kitchen. But unless you tell me to go get them….”

He waited. His gaze was burning and bright, like that of a monstrous beast from a dark fairytale.

My decision was instantaneous. “Just get inside me already.”

I couldn’t look away, couldn’t focus on anything else except the way he watched me. One hand braced beside my head, he lowered himself. He took his cock, brushing the tip against my drenched pussy. Up and down, up and…down.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice was a tight, strained whisper. “And now, you’re mine—body and life.”

I repeated it to him. “I’m yours.”

Jaxon rocked forward, thrusting until the full length of his cock was inside me. The sheer size of him left me gasping.

My hands, which I realized were no longer pinned, grasped at his shoulders. My nails bit into his skin.

Moving back, Jaxon flexed his hips and snapped into me a second time. Skin against skin, flesh taking flesh.

I wrapped my legs possessively around him, anchoring him in place. Showing him that he belonged right here. With me.

He began to fuck me with a relentless pace that left me trembling. There was nothing sweet or tender about it, other than the truth I knew in the very core of my being that he would never hurt me. Otherwise, it was a raw, primal collision.

I arched beneath him, tipping my pelvis to take him deeper.

A desperate cry escaped my lips. He dropped down to catch the taste of it with his tongue. His kiss was fevered and urgent.

He reached between us and fondled my breasts, rolling my hard nipples. When he pinched, my inner muscles clenched.

I was rewarded with a hiss.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.”

He continued to squeeze and touch with a rough, desperate grip.

I clung to him, riding each delirious wave of building pleasure. My body quaked. My skin was on fire. I was going to combust. A fact he knew all too well.

He thrust hard into my aching wetness, and I let out a needy little moan. His tongue found my pulse. With one long, firm lick, he tasted my pounding heartbeat.

I bucked against him, grinding my hips frantically.

“There you go,” he rasped, words short and clipped. “Take it. Take everything I’m giving you.”

I cried out. My body convulsed. The orgasm hit me, and I thrashed against the bed.

Jaxon fucked me through it.