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“Yes, I want you,” I say softly. I’ve never been more certain of anything.

A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. "Good. Now, strip."

My fingers tremble slightly as I reach for the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head. Dean just watches, his gaze heating, as I kick off my shoes and strip off my socks until all I’m left in is my bra and panties.

“All of it, Honey,” he says, his voice a gravelly whisper. I follow his orders, reaching behind to unclasp my bra before letting it fall to the floor. I take a deep breath to steady myself before hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and sliding them down. I stand before him completely bare—the first man I have ever let see me completely bare.

His face is filled with so much need it looks agonizing, but it gives him the confidence to step closer to him again. His hands come up to cup my face and he kisses me again. Softer this time, but no less intense. His hands move down, tracing my curves and making me shive with anticipation. He pulls back and locks his eyes with mine.

“You’re stunning, Honey. Just absolutely perfect,” he murmurs with a shuddering breath.

His words make me feel brave, so I lean into him, sliding my hands up his chest. “I want you see you too, Dean,” I whisper, my voice so quiet I’m not sure he can even hear me. “Please,” I croakout. His hands give my waist a squeeze before he steps back just far enough to begin undressing.

God, I hope I’m ready for this.

Chapter Seven

Dean

Following Hannah’s orders—though this will be the last time she’s in charge tonight—I strip off my shirt, unbuckle my belt, and slide off my jeans. When I stand before her, naked, she stares at me, skin flaming, eyes wide with awe and an unbridled awe that fuels my desire even more.

“You're so… big,” she mutters, her eyes glued to my proud, pulsing, cock. She swallows, unconsciously running her tongue over her upper lip.

“Oh, fuck, Hannah,” I growl, pulling her into my arms again, our bodies pressed together. “You're going to make me come just from looking at me like that.”

Lifting her effortlessly, I carry her to the bed and lay her down gently. I hover over her, running my eyes over her perfectly sculpted body, taking in all of her before lowering myself to capture her lips in another searing kiss.

I stand up and walk over to the other end of the room, lift the mirror by the window, and carry it to the other side of the mattress. I set it against the wall so she is staring at her reflection before I step around the bed and settle in behind her.

"What are you doing?" she asks, her brows furrowing slightly.

“I want you to watch me fuck you,” I reply, lowering my mouth to her body. “Do you like this?” I whisper, beginning a slow, sensual assault on her neck. “Or this?” I move my mouth to her shoulder. “This —” Moving my fingers upward to touch one taut nipple. “This?” I tweak the hardened bud, feeling her body jolt in response. “Do you like what I'm doing to you, Honey?”

“Yes, so much,” she answers shakily.

I cup her breasts and begin to stroke each nipple with my thumbs. I can see her growing fascination as she watches me in the mirror, eyes wide, skin flush as she takes in every stroke, every touch, every caress…

Pleasure, hot as molten iron, surges through me as I watch her get more and more aroused. The sensation of having her all to myself like this is so indefinable.

Her nipples have grown so tight, so hard, and when I lower my mouth to it, she lets out a strangled cry. Her breathing grows shallow and thick. Teasing one taunt nipple with my fingers, I suck on the other, gently at first, then harder. She has such beautiful nipples, nice and pointy, and I can't get enough of them. I switch between the two, suckling, twisting, and squeezing.

I make her lay on her side, facing the mirror then I lay behind her. “Watch me,” I command, slipping my arm under her armpit to grab her breast in my palm. “You’ve got great tits, baby. I love them.”

Her eyes meet mine in the mirror and their deep green depths have grown lighter, diluted with pleasure. She watches as I massage and caress her nipples, her breaths coming out in short pants.

I feel her pleasure and it makes me need more. My veins thrum with an urgent need to claim her, to drive into her and fuck her senseless, but I know I must take it slowly. But it's hard to hang onto control, especially seeing the way she's responding to my touch, writhing and rubbing against my body. My hunger grows each second as I watch her in the mirror, her sinuous body, her full perky breasts as they fill my hand, her glazed eyes…oh, fuck.

Hannah affects me in a way no other woman ever has. My need for her is inherent, like I’ve needed this my whole life and have just been waiting for her.

Easing her back onto her back, I part her leg and start to slide my palm up her left thigh. She makes a little helpless sound, her body shivering slightly. She tenses when my fingers skim her entrance and I lower my mouth to hers, distracting her with a kiss as I slide a finger into her. She moans into my mouth, long and hard as her body starts to quiver violently in the first wave of orgasm.

Oh, fuck, she's so responsive. And I'm about to fucking come.

Like she read my mind, Hannah grabs onto my shoulder, her eyes filled with a desperate plea. “Please, Dean… please, I need you now. I'm going to… oh fuck!” She screams as I mount her, and drive into her.

We both freeze, remaining silent for a tense second. Then I cradle her face, brushing away some of the golden curls that've fallen over her face. "Does it hurt, love?"

“Only a little,” she says, her eyes soft and reassuring as she smiles at me. Then I start to move inside of her, slowly, keeping my eyes fixed on hers.

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