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“She’s still a smartass while getting fucked,” he mumbled.

Because I was me, I did my best to shrug while I had my arms above my head, pushing on the headboard.

“Is that a complaint?”

“Fuck no.”

I lost his eyes when they dropped back down. I lost one of his hands on my hip when trailed his fingertips down, then used his thumb to circle my clit.

My hips jerked in response to his slow circle.

“Stay still, Aria.”

Another slow circle accompanied by a deep thrust had me disobeying.

“Be good,” he taunted. “And I’ll let you come.”

Smith kept his gaze fixed on our connection, keeping his strokes slow and using his thumb to keep me on the edge.

“More,” I pleaded.

“Not yet, baby. I’m not done watching your tight cunt take me.”

Now that was just cruel. To let Smith know how I felt about his torture, I squeezed my inner muscles and bore down.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunted. “Milk my cock, baby. Take me with you.”

With his circles on my clit getting faster, his thrusts turned into pounding drives, my body submitted and I was swept away.

Bliss.

Blinding. Dizzying. Euphoric.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged as my muscles clenched and spasmed. “Your pussy is heaven.” With one last deep stroke Smith stayed planted, his head tipped back, and he groaned his climax.

Seeing him in the throes of rapture, his big body frozen, his muscles bunched and tight, his features rough with sex and pleasure, it was the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed.

“God, you’re sexy,” I breathed.

His silvery eyes tipped down, a mix of fire and pure male satisfaction as they roamed over my stomach, lingered on my breasts. His palm followed the same path as his gaze, sliding over my stomach, between my breasts, up to my throat where he gently curled his fingers around my neck.

Still staring at my chest he absentmindedly rumbled, “Sexy beautiful.”

There was something almost reverent in his touch, the way he was staring at me, the haunted tone he used. Something that went beyond the mutual respect we’d agreed upon.

If Smith hadn’t warned me, if I wasn’t positive his heart was closed to me, I’d swear he felt it, too. The spark of something that shouldn’t’ve been felt. The beginning of something that should never start. The attraction that went beyond the physical when two souls recognized their mate.

But I knew better.

So I shoved aside the hallucination and opened my eyes wider.

Clattering woke me up.

It took me a moment to remember where I was. When I did, I didn’t stop the smile from forming.

Smith.

Mind-bending sex.

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