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Orien’s breathing quickens as he sets me on the bed and drops to his knees, hands braced on my thighs to steady me.

I grip his shoulder. “How long⁠—”

I lose the thread of the question when he slides his palms up my legs, spreading my knees apart. “Let it work. Don’t fight it.”

I want to argue. I want to prove I can take it without coming apart.

But the next wave hits, and I break, falling backward onto the bed as my hands scrabble for the waistband of my slacks. Orien undoes the button and zipper with a single motion, then peels them down my legs. My boxers come off with the pants, and the cool air shocks my system.

My hard dick hugs my lower stomach, leaking, the head flushed dark and angry.

Orien’s hands on my thighs pin me open as he draws in a lungful of my pheromones now flooding the bedroom. I whine, thrusting my hips toward him in demand.

He bends, nuzzling the inside of my thigh, just above the knee, then moves up, mouth hot on my skin.

I shake, not with cold, but with the violence of the desire pulsing through me. My hands fist in the sheets as he licks a line up to the crease of my hip.

I want to tell him to hurry, but the words come out as a broken whine. Orien lifts his gaze to mine, eyes pale and locked on me, and then he takes the base of my dick in his fist and gives me one long stroke.

I nearly come apart.

His thumb massages the ball of nerves just below the head, and then he brings his mouth down on me, slow and controlled. I arch off the bed, hips driving up, but he pins me in place with a hand flat on my pelvis.

The unbearable pressure rides the edge of pain, and I can’t hold back my cries.

Orien’s mouth works me, unhurried as he takes me, deeper and deeper, until the back of my head thumps onto the mattress, and I’m helpless to do anything but feel.

When I come, my thighs clamp around his shoulders, and an inhuman noise escapes me. Orien swallows my cum, then pulls off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

He waits, letting me breathe, hands still bracketing my hips.

The aftershocks come, but the need doesn’t lessen. It just drops, coils, and builds again, stronger. I pant, sweat already cooling on my chest, but I want more. I want him inside me, want to be fucked until I’m reduced to nothing but sensation.

Orien stands, stripping off his T-shirt and sweatpants before pulling me up far enough to finish undressing me. My hungry eyes fix on his thick cock, flushed at the head, and I want it so much that my whole body cramps with the need.

He climbs onto the bed, kneeling between my legs, and slides two fingers into my mouth. “Get them wet.”

I suck, tongue working over the digits, and the salt of his skin sends another rush of slick from me. When he withdraws, he shifts down the bed, hooking my knees over his shoulders.

His fingers circle my entrance, and he tracks every reaction as he pushes in. I gasp, the stretch intense but not unwelcome. He works me open, steady, patient, until I’m whimpering and desperate for more.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whine.

He lines up his cock and thrusts past my loosened entrance. The stretch is intense, but the slick helps, and when he bottoms out, I can’t breathe, can’t think, can only feel.

He holds still, letting me adjust, hands splayed on my hips. When he starts to move in deep strokes that rub my sweet spot, I sob his name.

It’s still not enough, though. I want to be broken, want him to fuck me until my body can’t remember anything but this.

As if I said it out loud, and maybe I did, his pace becomes bruising, every thrust driving the air from my lungs, and when he leans forward to bite at the junction of my neck and shoulder, I want him to Mark me. To claim me.

“Do it,” I moan. “Please.”

He growls, the sound vibrating through my bones. Straightening, he drops one of my legs and shifts the other one until I half roll onto my side, and he leans down, one hand on my shoulder, holding me in place as his teeth find my nape.

Without hesitation, he bites down hard, breaking through skin. Pleasure unlike anything I’ve experienced before streaks down my spine, and I come harder than before, my body shaking apart.