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“What?” he choked out.

“I’m so… full.” It was the most unreal feeling. As if my past experiences were nothing more than preparation for this night.

He softly groaned and his head fell forward until the longer hair on the top of his head hid his face from me. “Fuck, yes, you are.” When he began to move, something happened that I couldn’t explain. It was like we had been made for each other.

As he withdrew, desperation swept through me and I clung to him. A soft moan swept from my lips when he drove into me.

He blanketed me with his solid body, keeping his weight from crushing me by bracing his elbows on either side of me. As he steadily grew bolder with his thrusts, he feathered his lips across my collarbones and up my throat as if he was searching for something.

In answer, I tipped my head back, and he sucked and nipped along the cords of my neck before he continued along my jaw. His teeth tugged on my ear. Then he licked the sensitive spot behind my lobe.

The contrast between the delicate movement of his mouth and the claiming drive of his cock was intoxicating. My senses were in overload. My need for him rose to astronomical proportions. I couldn’t get close enough to him, and I couldn’t take him deep enough.

“How?” I gasped, unable to fathom how anything could feel so incredible.

His reply was a rumbling growl that seemed to come from deep in his chest—deeper even.

Both of my legs were wrapped around his, and my arms clung to his body. His muscles flexed and slid under the surface of his skin, and I felt it all. I wanted to melt into him until we were one body as we were certainly one soul.

Sweat slicked our skin as everything around us seemed to fade away. Nothing existed but the two of us and the tangle of our bodies and souls. And in the deepest part of me, something began to coil and twist—tightening and growing in strength until my body arched under his and I exploded.

It was as if every speck of light in the universe had gathered in my core until it was too much and then it shattered. I cried out his name, and he slammed his lips to mine as if he swallowed my words. Powerful waves pulsed from the center of my existence and stole my sight.

Ecstasy, unlike anything I’d ever experienced, flowed through every cell of my body. Unable to contain it all, it burst free with each throb of my pussy. It scattered in the air to slowly return to its original resting place.

Through it all, he had slowed to a pace that prolonged my pleasure and held off his own. He hovered over me as I blinked to clear the haze from my vision. The intensity of his gaze bore into me and the sparkling silver flecks in his eyes kept me spellbound.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his heated breath blowing over my parted lips. “And I’m going to own this body.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to them, and then he began to move again. Between my thighs, he got to his knees and grabbed a pillow that he folded and shoved under my ass. Then he gripped my hips and teasingly withdrew as he focused on the space between us where his cock impaled me.

With a heavy-lidded stare, I watched him as he studied the way my body greedily took his thick length. The wet sound that his movements made was music to my ears because I knew he had done that. He’d made me so wet that he easily slid in and out, but that did nothing to diminish the sensation.

“God, that feels so good,” I whimpered as he maintained the easy attack and retreat on my pussy.

When his tempo picked up, my fingers clawed at the bedding, trying to anchor myself. Finally, he was slamming deep, over and over, taking my breath away each time.

My tits bounced with each savage thrust and I dropped my hands to cup them, pinching the nipples as I did. The quicksilver of his gaze darkened to slate as his eyes darted from where I played with the sensitive peaks, to where he was fucking me with a wild and primal determination.

“I want you to come in me,” I breathe, my tone begging.

“Not until you do,” he panted, and his nostrils flared.

“I did.”

“Not enough. Again.”

“AllOrNothing”—TheoryofaDeadman

Love isn’t real, it’s just sexual attraction that people get too wrapped up in—that’s what I always told myself. Especially when Willow showed up the first time and my heart thundered against my rib cage so hard I was certain it would break through.

I’d fought that attraction for too long, certain I was as broken as my mother. Maybe brokenbecauseof my mother was more accurate.

Though I may not know what the draw between us was, my intuition always told me that we would be combustible. There was no way we wouldn’t be because our chemistry was explosive. It had taken everything in me to stay away from her. I always knew if I gave in, it would be like this.

Just as IknewI was fucking up because this would come with repercussions she wouldn’t be prepared for. There were things about me that no one would understand—hell, I didn’t understand them. It was something dark and dangerous that I could feel lurking in the depths of my soul.

Waiting.

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