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She was his every fantasy, and it was exactly where she wanted to be.

"Wire?" She stroked his hair.

Not letting up, he added a finger and stretched her opening. Her pussy throbbed. From between her legs to the top of her head, he'd brought her to where she'd do anything to have him take her to an orgasm.

Her hips rose and fell on the mattress. Her breasts spilled toward the sides of her body and trembled with the vibrations coming from within her. "Please..."

He moved up her body and latched onto her nipple, drawing the bead deep into his mouth. His cock strained between her thighs, and he thrust his hips, letting the length of his hardness slide against her.

Last night, they'd fallen into bed. Her mental exhaustion left her needy. She'd made love in desperation to find that balance in her life after talking with her brother.

This morning, she was in a better head space.

He moved up her body, hovering over her. She gazed into his eyes. There was something so solid dwelling within him. She'd seen it from day one.

Now that strength. That love. Shined on her.

He'd included her in his daily life. His club welcomed her into their embrace.

They came from two different worlds. Two different times. But they'd found each other.

She caressed his face, running her hand over his whiskers. His gaze warmed. She stretched her body underneath him, rubbing the soles of her feet against his lower legs.

"Ready?" he asked.

She brought her hands down to his chest. "Always."

He picked up the condom lying on the bed without leaving her. In seconds, he had himself covered. Holding his cock, he rubbed the tip in her wetness.

She moved under him, trying to position him inside of her. He leaned over, sliding his hands underneath her shoulders until he cradled her head, keeping eye contact with her.

He plunged his cock inside of her and held himself still. "This is home."

"Yes," she whispered.

"Never felt that before, babe," he whispered back, slowly moving his pelvis back and forth. "You gave that to me."

She shuddered in pleasure. Wire came with a past. There were other women. There were crimes. There were secrets. And there were hardships he'd lived through as a child that broke her heart. But without that past, he wouldn't have become the man he was today. A man for her to enjoy.

A man for her to love for the rest of his life.

He moved his hips. Slow and short to start. She tightened around his width, and he lowered his head, nibbling along her bare neck. He lengthened his strokes, caressing her body. She arched against him. He thrust balls-deep, and she moaned.

His breath warmed her face. She raised her chin to find his lips. A soft moan escaped her throat. His lips tongue stroked her tongue. She wallowed in the flurry of sensations and lapped ravenously on his lips.

Her core tightened and pulsed as he dominated the kiss.

Strong, determined, and demanding. Her womb convulsed. Only Wire could make kissing just as sexual as having sex.

She slanted her mouth, and he kissed her deeper. His lips consumed hers. His tongue slid in and out, dancing over and around. She held on tight, rubbing his sides while lost in pleasure.

Deliriously aroused, she was taking everything he gave her.

Wire pulled back, bracing himself on his hands, driving himself in and out of her. She bucked below him, feeling more awake and alive than yesterday. She was connected to him, and that was the most beautiful thing in the world.

This was her Wire. He was more patient, protective, and loving than anyone she'd ever come across.

She clung to him, spiraling higher and higher. The first spasm of her orgasm caught her off guard. Her head lifted off the pillow as her body strained, and she bit into his shoulder, constricting underneath him. Wave after wave of pleasure.

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