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I’m mindless with desire, with hunger, with love, as I join his rhythm.

I’m his toy. His puppet. His to command.

“You feel so good, Kitten.” Eli grinds against my ass. “Look at me.”

I’m close to combusting when I lift my eyes and look at him over my shoulder.

“You have that hungry look in your eyes.” His husky voice sends a fresh wave of needy arousal through me. “You want to come, don’t you?”

“I need—” I struggle to get the rest of the words out. The intoxicating feeling of him inside me steals my ability to think.

“Don’t worry, Kitten. I’ll give you what you need. I always will.” He grips my hips, and thrusts into me harder.

My hand slides from my breasts to brace against the locker as his movements shove me forward. I close my eyes as I take everything he gives me. We’re puzzle pieces fused together. I relish the pleasure he gives me, with its razor-blade edge of pain.

The pressure breaks and a world-shattering climax rolls through me. Eli continues to thrust into me, until his moves become uncoordinated and jerky. His forehead drops to my shoulder, and a tremor runs through him as he finds his own release.

I’m already aching for him to fuck me again.

I’m not sure this wanting him will ever end.

Chapter 118

Eli

I could stay here, like this, forever. Just the two of us. Having her in my arms silences all the issues, the problems, the worries, and misunderstandings.

I kiss my way along her throat until I reach her ear. “We should get you dressed before someone finds us.”

Her head turns, lips finding mine for a long, languid kiss. When we finally break apart, I rest my forehead against hers.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I cup her face between my palms and kiss her again, then draw back. “Now for the less romantic part.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m going to pull out, and you’re going to have to do whatever it takes not to make a mess.”

Her eyes widen, and her lips part.

I chuckle. “I have tissues, but there’s that risk …”

“Oh my god. That’s so not sexy, Eli!”

My chuckle turns into a full-blown laugh. “I know. I’m sorry, but … on three, okay?”

I pull the packet of tissues from my back pocket and tear it open with my teeth—yes, fine, I’d come prepared for if she didn’t want to use a condom. I wasn’t really going to make her spend the rest of the night trying to keep from leaking my cum all over the floor. When I have a couple in my hand, I position them near her thigh.

“Ready? Start counting, Hellcat.”

“One … two …” She laughs. “This is ridiculous.”

“Adulthood is overrated. It was much easier when we were younger and didn’t give a fuck.” I ease out of her and press the tissues against her pussy. “Hold that there while I figure out what I did with your panties.”

Her body is shaking with laughter as I search around, and finally spot them on the floor. I snatch them up, then kneel in front of her. “Lift your leg.”

She does as I ask, and I slide the silky material over her ankle.

“Now the other.”

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