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Giving her a wolfish grin, I pause, just the tip of my cock enveloped in her heat. The look in her eyes makes my gut twist, and I drive into her hard and fast, letting her feel all of me. Her hot, silken tunnel flutters around me after only a few strokes, but I need her to hold out.

Slowing down, I make long and controlled thrusts into her heat. She whimpers and mewls into the crook of my neck, needing more, but holding herself back from asking for it.

She’s too strong willed for that and I fucking love it.

Swirling my tongue around each of her nipples, I never give either one my full attention, and as Tessa squirms beneath me, her pussy welcomes me, flooding my cock with her juices. Her inner muscles squeeze me over and over, attempting to swallow me into her tight little body, but I don’t let it.

Each thrust into her, I pick up my pace until I’m relentlessly taking and using her body the way I want and need. I can’t stop or help myself. I need to show her that I own her. I need to prove to her that me, and only me, can make her come even when she doesn’t want to, and even harder than the last time.

Tessa claws at my back, her nails raking into my skin, trying to get even closer to me. And I fucking love that. I want her to mark me like an animal, because Tessa wild and untamed is the most beautiful version of her.

Without warning, her pussy clamps down on me and I see fucking stars clouding my vision. But I push through her orgasm, determined to make her come again.

Tessa’s mouth is open in a silent scream, her head thrashing from side to side. Her back arches into me as her nails dig into my shoulders, most definitely breaking the skin this time. The bite of pain drives me past my thin layer of control and I lose my mind.

Pulling out, I flip her on her stomach and lift her hips up in the air. Gripping her ass in my hands, I spread her open and thrust back into her. I go even deeper like this.

Tessa’s hands reach out in front of her to press them flat against the headboard, giving me even better leverage to go harder. Her muffled scream into the pillow at my intensity has me slapping her ass, and she squeezes me inside of her.

Fuck.

I slap her ass again and she squeezes me again, her moan my siren call.

It’s almost funny that she thinks she can fight me on this. She wants to try and tell me she can live without this? I’ll show her just how wrong she is.

Pounding into her, I look down to where our bodies meet and see her juices coating my cock as it disappears inside of her. That sight alone sends sparks running down my spine and I feel her start to quiver again. I reach around her and find her swollen clit and press down hard. Tessa lets out a scream that could wake the fucking dead as she gives into me, and with two more strokes, I let her fire consume me.

She milks my cock greedily, taking everything I have like her pussy is in a drought and she needs every last drop of my come to survive. I’d never let her go without, though. She’ll always be full of me – overflowing even.

I pull out of her and she whimpers at the loss. Falling to the bed beside her, I pull her against me. Her eyes remain closed as she tucks herself up against me, her hand resting on my chest, right over my heart that beats solely for her. It only beats when she’s around. And when she’s not, it’s as if I walk around lifeless, only breathing because it’s a necessity to get me to the next time she’s with me.

If anything were to ever happen to her, I wouldn’t survive. I couldn’t survive.

Chapter 24

Tessa

It’s been two days, and Alec was right. He always wins. He somehow manages to break through every defense I throw up and then makes it impossible to rebuild the walls before he comes through and tears me down from the foundation so I have nothing and no one but him to be my base.

I’ve been on my own for so long though, that I don’t know how to let someone help me. I’m not used to letting someone else be my strength.

I don’t know how to let anyone be my strength.

I’ve lost all my family, don’t have any true friends, and I’ve never had a man in my life. Especially not a man like Alec Carfano. He demands my everything so he can be my everything. And the craziest, most fucked-up part, is that I want him to be my everything.

Slipping a little black dress over my head, I reach behind me and zip it up as far as I can, but I’ll need Alec’s help for the rest.

Picking out a pair of black Louboutin heels, I slide them on and stand in front of the mirror to admire them. I’ve always wanted a pair, but they’re way out of my price range. I’m still playing dress-up in his sister’s closet, who just so happens to be my size in everything.

I told Alec I felt weird about it, but he just brushed it off and said she can go buy it all again if she wants. I don’t even know what that would be like. To have a closet full of designer clothes, shoes, purses, and accessories to call my own would be a dream.

Swiping my lips with red lipstick, I run my fingers through my hair to break up my curls a little, and then head down the hall to find Alec. He’s in the living room on his phone, but the moment he looks up and sees me, he slips it back into the inside pocket of his suit jacket while his eyes roam the length of me.

“I need help with the zipper,” I tell him, turning around in front of him.

Standing, he kisses my bare shoulder, brushing his fingers softly down my spine to where my zipper is half closed. “Are you sure you want me to zip it up and not down?” he murmurs in my ear. His other hand snakes around my middle and splays across my stomach right below my breasts.

“Zip up.” I lean back into him. “You said you were taking me out.”

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