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Fucking hell.

Her demand hits me like a punch to the gut, like a spark straight down my spine, and for a second I almost lose it right there.

I don’t answer. I kiss her harder, deeper, pouring everything I can’t say into that kiss, each thrust pushing her higher against the headboard, her body rocking with mine.

“I’m so close again,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering shut.

I pick up the pace, driving into her with relentless precision, each thrust deeper, pushing her right back to the edge, watching her come undone beneath me, feeling her body give in completely.

She comes with my cock buried deep inside her, her walls clenching so tightly it knocks the air out of my lungs. Her moans break into fragments, incoherent, her entire body shaking as wave after wave crashes through me.

It takes every ounce of restraint I have not to follow her, every muscle in my body straining against the need to let go.

When the tremors finally start to fade, when her breathing slows and her body softens beneath me, I pull out slowly, drawing a whimper from her, then rise to my knees above her.

Without a single word from me, she opens her mouth, her tongue slipping out, her eyes lifting to meet mine—trusting, inviting, fully aware of what she’s offering.

I wrap my hand around my cock, setting a controlled rhythm, feeling the pressure build, then guide myself to her mouth, letting the tip rest against her tongue.

She closes her lips around me instantly—warm, wet—and starts moving in perfect sync with my hand, taking me deeper, every motion designed to unravel me completely.

I come hard into her mouth, growling her name as release tears through me, and she opens just enough for me to watch before swallowing everything, without hesitation, without breaking eye contact.

I didn’t think this kind of fire could exist inside one woman. Didn’t think it was possible to be undone like this.

But standing here, looking down at her, I know one thing with absolute certainty—I’m dangerously lucky she’s mine.

When she finishes, licking the last traces from my cock and her lips, she looks up at me, satisfied, glowing, proud.

“You’ve got me obsessed,” I tell her, my voice rough, as I lower myself over her body again.

She doesn’t hesitate. Her lips are on mine instantly, kissing me with renewed hunger, with impatience, with that dangerous confidence that never fails to hit me straight in the chest.

“Untie me,” she demands between kisses, bites, and slow, warm licks.

Laughing under my breath, I lift myself enough to pull her up with me, reaching behind her, and the moment I free her wrists, she pushes me onto my back with surprising force and straddles me, her smile piercing, victorious.

“My turn to play now,” she says, already trailing kisses down my chest, her mouth following a familiar path toward my cock, which is already hard again, already reacting to her like it has no say in the matter.

“I’m all yours, kitten,” I answer, threading my hand into her hair, letting myself fall into her control without resistance.

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