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Big fingers inside me, his thumb rubbing against my clit.

Driving me into a frenzy that I would never be able to stop.

“You’re wrong, Trevan. You’re the only one I trust to touch me like this. The only one that I’ve ever really wanted to.”

It was true.

I’d tried before.

Twice, and both times, it’d ended in tragedy.

Not this time.

I refused to believe that this was anything but meant to be. What I’d been waiting on all along.

Pants gusted from my mouth as I rocked over him, driving myself down hard on his fingers as I raced for the ecstasy that I could feel glinting and sparking just beyond the horizon.

Right there and just out of reach.

Only it was more than the physical that made me feel connected to him in a way that I never had before.

It was the buzz in the air.

The knowing awareness that glowed around him, his aura burning in a thousand different shades.

It was the look on his rugged, ferocious face and the darkness that swept into his eyes.

Awe and guilt and gutting, undeniable need.

Need for me.

Lust gripped his massive body, and the muscles in his arms flexed and bowed beneath the grim pictures he’d tattooed on them.

A picture coming alive as it toiled in a proclamation of his shame.

Every part of him bulged, and I didn’t think the man had ever seemed so big.

So massive.

Heat stung my cheeks as I felt him hard and huge between us. His erection fighting a valiant attempt against his jeans.

And the only thing I wanted right then was this surrender.

I wanted it. I wanted to feel Trevan in any and every way that I could.

A fever took me over.

The fingers of my left hand twined up in his hair at the top of his head as I rode his big fingers, and the other slid down his arm until I was curling it around his wrist.

I nudged his arm out from where it was pinned between us so I could fully wrap myself around his body.

Legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as I began to rock myself against the steel rigidness of his cock.

Trevan groaned, and his free hand sank deeper into my butt cheek.

“Fuck, Elena. What do you think you’re doing?” he rasped. The coarse, jagged words banged against my bedroom walls.

It only seemed to incite the flames to rise higher.