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“Fuck, little flower. You taste like heaven.”

I sucked in a shocked breath, my gaze going hazy at his unexpected endearment.

He didn’t seem to notice that I was momentarily silent and frozen as I tried to process that single word. Before I could wrap my head fully around it, he pushed up, standing at the foot of the bed with his eyes glued to my flushed, naked body. As he looked his fill, a shiver worked through me at the sight of the impressive erection straining behind his fly.

“You keep looking at me like that, I’m bound to lose my goddamn mind.”

My teeth clamped down on my bottom lip to keep the smile that wanted to peek out at bay. “Okay.”

His own smirk morphed into a shit-eating grin. “I see you like the idea of that.”

“Maybe.” There was something about how he was looking at me that made me feel powerful. I was thinking that I’d never felt a more intoxicating feeling before when every single thought fled my brain the instant North undid his fly, hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans, and shoved them, along with his underwear, down his thighs.

That very first sight of his cock, perfectly proportioned and straining right at me like an arrow, short-circuited my brain. All I could do was stare, my lips parted, as I tried to work out the logistics of how that was supposed to fit inside me.

As if reading my thoughts, North spoke as his fist slowly dragged up the very impressive length slowly, to the tip and back down to the root. “Don’t worry, little flower. It’s going to fit perfectly. I promise.”

I was still trying to make myself believe him as he grabbed a condom from his bedside drawer, slid it into place, and climbed back onto the bed.

I spread my thighs to welcome his as he levered over me, bracing himself on one elbow beside my head as he used his other hand to guide the blunt head of his cock to my opening. I sucked in a deep breath as it notched into place and slid an inch inside, stretching me in a way no other man had before.

“Breathe, baby,” he coaxed, his words soothing and coarse at the same time. Like stone wrapped in a layer of cotton. “You can take me. Just relax. I’ve got you.”

I didn’t know if it was insanity leading the way, but I did trust him. And at his words, my body loosened up enough for him to sink another couple inches deeper.

“Fuck,” North groaned, his eyes rolling back as my body took more of his. “Jesus, Iris. It’s like your pussy was made for me.”

Or his cock was made for me.

Either way, I’d never felt anything like it. The pressure coiling tighter. The way my body stretched wider with each second to accommodate his girth. The intensity of the act of sex itself that stole the air from my lungs. He wasn’t inside me all the way and I was embarrassingly close to coming again. And this one might be strong enough to end me.

But what a way to go.

“Fuck me,” he gritted, his jaw ticking as he clenched his teeth together. I could see the struggle he was suffering through to go as slow as he was, to keep from pounding all the way into me in one single thrust, and something about that sent a flood of arousal to my core. “I can feel you. Your cunt’s trying to suck me deeper.”

“North.” That one word was a whimper and a plea. “Move. Please.”

There was no blue in those eyes of his as they locked with mine. The black had swallowed it up completely. He looked like a man possessed, and I wanted nothing more than for him to lose control completely.

“Don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

“You won’t.” I swiveled my hips beneath him, forcing him in even deeper. “You won’t, you won’t, you won’t.” I was beyond all rational thought as I begged, “Please, North. I need all of you.”

That seemed to shred the last of his resolve, because his hips thrust forward, almost brutally, giving me those last glorious inches. The moment he filled me completely, something shifted. I could have sworn I felt the air shift, and from the look of pure wonder on North’s face as we stared at each other, like we were each lost in the other person, he’d felt it too.

With him inside of me, something clicked into place. And I wasn’t talking physically. It felt as though an emptiness I hadn’t realized I carried around was suddenly filled, making me whole and creating a completeness I hadn’t realized I was missing.

“Iris.” The way he breathed my name as we both remained motionless, made me think he was feeling every single thing I was in that very moment.

“Move. Please.”

He lost all control, pulling out almost completely before slamming back inside. Over and over. Each powerful drive of his hips moved me up the bed, an inch at a time, until I was forced to lift my arms over my head, bracing myself to take everything he was giving me.

“Oh goddess. North, please. Don’t stop. Don’t⁠—”

“No fucking chance,” North gritted out, a fine sheen of sweat beading across his hairline.

I lost control just as quickly as he did, propping my feet in the mattress so I could circle my hips in time with his, taking his driving cock as deep as possible every time.