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A mystery in so many ways, but yet we click like I’ve known him for years. When my self-doubt begins to kick in, he sucks it away with the way he looks at me.

Like I’m the best thing he’s seen in years.

Emric’s cock presses into the entrance of my pussy, and I hold my next exhale until nothing comes.

Instead, he begins walking towards the dock, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth. I’m suddenly lifted into the air, plopped onto the wooden boards, and leaning back as Emric demands my space.

Both of his arms straddle my body, keeping me in place as his tantalizing licks at my tongue has me clenching my thighs together. He hauls out of my personal space and spreads my legs, sandwiching himself in between them.

One greedy lick from my pussy to my clit, and I’m already climbing to my own fireworks show. One hand kneads my breast while he works me into a mess of tingles and shattered breaths.

“Emric,” I whimper, raking my fingers through his thick hair, encouraging him. The hand that massages and brushes my nipple comes up to my mouth.

“Marty,” he states, straightening his spine to align his eyes with mine. “Say my name.” His thumb pulls down my bottom lip and releases it.

His stare is unclad and vulnerable, creating a missing thud in my chest from my heart.

He is the most complicated and perplexing man I’ve ever met, and I feel as though no one has seen him like this in a long time—possibly never.

“Marty,” I repeat gently.

“And that’s the name I want you screaming when I make you come, sweetheart, got it?” I nod, excited, scared, and so not ready, but I’m holding this—us—with a death grip.

Emric—Marty, heaves me up into his arms and strides back into the lake until it has engulfed most of our bodies. My legs wrap around him again, and he positions himself underneath me, and slowly, eyes locked to my blue enters me.

My jaw slacks on its own with how he stretches me.

It feels good, Earth-shattering and, in an odd way, it makes me feel different.

Marty coaxes my lips open for his, sinking deeper inside me as I cling onto him for dear life—again.

Talk about coming full circle within weeks, it creates the thought that maybe I was meant to go through all of this for a reason. Marty was sent to give me an epiphany of some sort, and I can’t imagine myself ever going back to what I used to be.

“How is it possible that you feel better than I could’ve ever made up in my head?” Marty croons. “I have a pretty damn good imagination, baby.”

“It’s part of my plan,” I convey. “Sucking your soul and making you my slave.”

“Sex slave, I hope.”

“I don’t know—” I kiss the tip of his nose. “You haven’t shown me all you got yet.”

“I got more.” He sweeps his lips against mine, then slowly begins to thrust in and out of me. “A lot more.”

I arch my back so he can see my puckered nipples and have him hit a different angle within my body. “God...”

“Marty,” he counters, leaning forward to lick one of my nubs through my wet t-shirt before impaling me to the hilt. “Shit, Stormi.”

His speed and rhythm become erratic, our exhales blend together off moans and other guttural noises that I can’t describe.

We’re causing our own waves as Marty’s hand finds my back, pulling me closer so that he can look into my eyes while he screws every bit of the old me out. It’s the most intimate juncture of my life, and I don’t think there’s a chance of ever going back to so many different things in my life.

“We’re not done after this,” he growls in my face. “I’m going to fuck you every single way tonight until I’ve had my fill, and even then...I’m going to want you again.”

My body convulses from the intenseness of his tone. How he’s working me into a mix of pleasure and me about to lose my damn mind. How he craves me even before we’ve finished our first time together.

“Tell me you want it, sweetheart. You on all fours while I fuck you from behind. You underneath me, so I spread your pretty legs wide open to fuck with your clit.”

I bob my head, squeezing my legs tighter around him. “I want it. I want you to show me what you’ve thought about.” I press my forehead against his. “Everything, Marty.”

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