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I can tell he’s trying to appear calm, but he is failing miserably. His jaw is clenched from the effort to hold back.

“That one doesn’t count. You have to go all the way,” I demand.

This time he slams into me, hard, deep. He stays there, unmoving. “Two,” he grinds out between clenched teeth.

My fingernails are digging into his shoulders as I adjust to him being inside of me. With one damn thrust, he has me going out of my lust-filled, crazed mind. My senses are heightened, and I hear everything, see everything, feel everything.

“My own fingers could do better than this, Dax. Is that all you’ve got?” I taunt.

The ocean is roaring in the background, so loud, yet it doesn’t overpower the sound of my heart thumping out of my chest. I take a ragged breath and squirm against him, silently begging for more.

He responds to my unspoken request by withdrawing and slamming into me again. He remains there.

“Three,” he growls into my ear. “That’s all you get until we get back to the hotel. Once we get there, just be prepared. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t walk for days. And when you cry out and beg me to stop because you can’t take anymore, I’m going to fuck you harder. Do you understand what I’m telling you, little witch? No more casting your spells on me. No more getting things your way. You’re mine now, and I plan to have you in every way possible.”

His threat sends delicious shivers down my spine and has me so wet there’s no way I’m waiting until we get back to the hotel. He’s still holding me around his waist, his cock still buried in me. But he’s not moving, and I’m not okay with that.

I run my hands under his shirt and lean my head back against the rock.

“I need to tell you something,” I say in a sultry voice, and I run my hands up and down his chest.

He looks at me cautiously. “And what’s that?”

“I’m on birth control. We don’t have to wait to get back to the hotel.”

I can see him letting that sink in as his eyes bore into mine. I swear I feel him swelling even more inside me.

“Thank God,” he mutters with feeling.

He withdraws and slams into me again, and again, and again. This time he pulls out of me completely. His breathing is ragged and coming out in short little puffs. His forehead is against mine, and his eyes are closed.

“I can’t do this anymore, Jess. Fuck. Keep this up, and I’ll come inside you,” he chokes out. “Are you sure that’s what you want? Do you want me to come inside you?”

“More than anything.”

“I bet you like watching me lose control with you,” he accuses in a guttural voice.

“I do.”

He’s fighting so hard for control, and I’m loving every minute of it. He doesn’t allow me a second to say anything else. Before I can even take a breath, he is driving into me. Again and again. The speed increases with each thrust of his hips. Over and over, he thrusts into me, burying himself deeper and deeper.

My arms are holding onto him tightly. I’m afraid to let go and be swept away into the storm Dax is creating. I hear myself crying out in pleasure, and I can’t stop, don’t want to stop. The world disappears around us. It’s just me and Dax, wrapped up in an ocean of pleasure and explosive passion.

And a frenzy of our own making.

Everything inside me is awake and on fire. I want to tell him how amazing it feels, but I’m too overwhelmed. Words and thoughts won’t form. I feel like I’ve been plunged into another world, a world where rules don’t matter. We’re on a beach, and anyone could see us. And I don’t care about anything else except the man who is holding me so tightly.

I know the world wouldn’t dare intrude on us because the only thing that matters right now is me and Dax and the way we feel at this moment. There is no reality, just this place of complete and utter lust.

Each time he thrusts in me, he consumes me. Completely and wholly. I throb around his cock while he plunges deep and hard.

I hear him groaning against me and feel him demolishing me as he rams into me again. His teeth sink into the sensitive skin at my neck as he buries himself deep again. I squirm against him, anxious and desperate and yearning for that final release.

“You’re mine,” he growls into my ear. “No one touches you but me. Do you understand?”

My nails dig into his skin, and a delicious shiver of desire runs through me at his possessive tone. I have no doubt he means what he said.

“No, I’m not yours. I don’t belong to anyone,” I say weakly, not believing my own words.