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The orgasm builds again, faster this time, and I can feel it coiling tight in my belly. "I'm going to?—"

"Come for me." His hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit, and I shatter.

The orgasm tears through me, and I scream his name, my bodyconvulsing around him. He doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, just keeps pounding into me, groaning as I feel him suddenly go tense.

Every muscle in his body locks, his hands gripping my hips so tight it hurts. He buries himself deep inside me, and I can feel him pulsing, filling me for the first time in ten years. It's too much, too intense, and I can feel myself crying, tears streaming down my face.

He collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. We're both gasping for breath. "Adriana." My name is a whisper against my skin, and I can feel him trembling against me.

"I'm here," I whisper, my voice trembling like everything else. "I'm here."

We lie like that for a long moment, our bodies still joined, our hearts pounding in sync. And then I feel him start to harden inside me again, and I realize with a shock that he's not done.

"Lachlan—"

"I want you again." His voice is rough and desperate. "I need you again. I need to make sure you know you're mine."

"I can't—" I'm exhausted, wrung out, but even as I say it, I can feel my body responding, the heat building again.

"You can." He pulls out of me, and I whimper at the loss. I feel him pressed against me, the tip of his cock nudging against my oversensitized clit, thick and sticky with my arousal and his cum. "Say the word if you want me to stop."

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LACHLAN

She's perfect like this. And I can't believe this is happening. I can still feel the aftershocks of my first release, the wild pleasure of coming inside of her again for the first time in ten years—the first time I've been inside a woman at all in that long. I'm already clamoring for more, for the hot, wet clutch of her around my length, and I can't wait.

I need her again. If she tells me to stop, I will. I'll take any pain, any demands she has. I'll do anything for her, and this is how I prove it.

By letting her have complete and absolute control over me.

The ropes are long enough that I can flip her over, the ropes crossing over each other as I do, putting her face down in the sheets. I grasp her hips and tug her ass up into the air, my cock throbbing already at the sight I've imagined so many times. I had her once, half-dressed in the grass. I never got to see her fully naked, never got to revel in her bare skin under mine, never got to fuck her in every position I can imagine.

We're starting here, with her gorgeous ass clutched in my hands as I press my cock against her wet hole again, feeling my musclestense in anticipation of that first sensitive slide into her willing depths.

Her body is flushed and trembling, covered in a sheen of sweat that makes her skin glow in the dim light from the windows. I can see the marks I've left on her thighs, on her hips, the bruises already forming where my fingers dug in too hard.

I should feel guilty about that. I don't. I feel fucking triumphant.

I slide into her in one long stroke, moaning as I feel her heat take me in again. My cock pulses, and I swear I could fucking spill again already.

"Lachlan—" My name is a sob, and I can feel her tightening around me. "I can't—I can't take any more?—"

"Yes, you can." I lean over her, my mouth at her ear. "You can take everything I give you. You were made for this. Made for me."

She whimpers, and I can feel her body responding even as she protests, feel the way she's pushing back against me, meeting my thrusts. She wants this as much as I do.Needsit as much as I do.

I slow my pace, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, deep and deliberate. I'm trying to stave off coming again, but the feeling of drawing out until only my swollen tip is nestled in her heat, then pushing back inside, makes it even harder to hold onto my control. She cries out, her hands fisting in the sheets.

"That's it," I murmur. "Feel me. Feel how perfectly you fit around me. Like you were made for my cock."

"Lachlan—" She's begging, and I don't know if she's begging me to stop or to keep going, but I don't care. I'm not stopping unless she says the word.

I reach around, my fingers finding her clit, and she screams, her whole body convulsing. The orgasm tears through her, and I can feel the way she's clenching around me, milking me.

I can't stop it. The orgasm rushes up from my tight balls, white-hot up my spine, and I jerk inside of her, spurting as I clutch her hips and moan her name. It feels like I haven't fucking come in years, like I didn't just come minutes ago. Like there's an endless well of need inside of me that I can keep filling her with, and it will never be sated.

I pull out, cock twitching at the sight of my cum dripping out of her and onto her thighs. She collapses onto the bed, boneless and shaking. I turn her over gently, and she looks up at me with dazed eyes, her lips swollen, her hair a mess.