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I can do nothing but take it, riding his fingers and moaning into his mouth as he fumbles at his belt with his free hand.

I want his cock inside of me, the imprint of his teeth branded on the side of my throat, his cum leaking out of me at all times. I want more than I could possibly ever have, but right now, as he works me toward another orgasm impossibly fast, my imagination only serves to turn me on further.

My head flies back on an almost agonized shout as another orgasm slams into me. He murmurs adoring praise into the hollow of my throat, never slowing his rhythm.

“You deserve this, baby,” he growls against my skin. “You deserve it all.”

My brain lags, caught between confusion at the words and the unrelenting pleasure battering my body. His fingers are brutal, playing against the spot inside me that has my legs trembling and stars exploding behind my eyelids. I can hardly catch my breath enough to moan, much less understand what he's saying.

“You deserve it,” he repeats, nipping his way up the length of my throat. “Everything good in the world, you deserve it. Let me give it to you. Perfect, pretty, precious little girl.Mygirl.”

Tears spring to the corners of my eyes, the certainty in his voice catching me off guard. He sounds serious, like he's talking about more than the fourth orgasm he’s pushing me viciously toward.

It's too much for me to comprehend right now. All I can do is nod and quake beneath him in bliss.

“Say it.” He pulls back enough to cup my jaw in his free hand, his fingers pressing in harshly. His eyes are dark and more insistent than I've ever seen them, demanding in an entirely different way than I'm used to. “You'remine. My girl deserves the world; say it. Fuckingsay it.”

The words tear out of me on a scream, and almost unintelligible babble as his fingers work me right back up toward the edge.

“Yours! Yours, I'm yours, all yours,” I swear, my whole body trembling along with my voice. “I deserve it, deserve you, everything, fuck,fuck!”

Electricity shoots straight through me as my orgasm burns through my veins, an unstoppable wash of pure pleasure. MyElite curses as he watches in awe, encouraging me to ride the wave in soft praises that he whispers into my ear.

“Pretty girl, that’s it,” he murmurs. “Fuck, I need you. Can't wait anymore, sweet thing.”

I couldn't struggle even if I wanted to, so boneless and brainless with pleasure that my Elite has to move me around like a ragdoll. He tosses my legs over his shoulders, practically bending me in half, and then cleaves into me in one slow, slick slide.

I don't think I'll ever get used to the size of him, thick and long and filling me up like nothing else.

I can't put two thoughts together, cum drunk and staring up at him with pure adoration as he stretches me out. He rests his forehead on mine, groaning out his pleasure as he watches my own bliss play out in my eyes. It feels intimate in a way that nothing we’ve done before has, like he really doesownme in this moment.

“Good girl,” he huffs, a genuinely pleased smile on his face. “Mygood girl.”

He fucks into me, unrelenting and intense. Each thrust is slow, deep, and his eyes never leave mine.

I lose track of how many times I cum on his cock, but he praises me for it each time, tells me I've earned it, how good I'm being. If I could catch my breath past the pleasure, I think I'd still be breathless from the praise.

He holds me close when he finally reaches his own peak, arms wrapped tight around my waist, teeth sunk into my shoulder in a brutal claim. I can hardly muster the energy to even whine when I follow him over the edge one last time, the sensation of his cock throbbing inside me as he fills me up too much for my fucked out brain to ignore.

My consciousness fades as I shudder my way through my final, overwhelming orgasm. The last thing I hear is my Elite’s voice, a proud note to his words.

“That's my good girl,” he whispers. “Perfect fucking girl.”

Chapter Seventeen

ZADE

Istare up at my ceiling, blinking against the lazy morning sunlight peeking in through the gaps in my curtains. I expected sleep to be as easy as it usually is, but I spent the night tossing and turning, thoughts of Clara whirling through my mind.

Last night may have been a mistake.

Seeing her wasn’t a mistake, never. Having her fall apart beneath me could never be a mistake. But not leaving like I always do?

That… that may have been a mistake.

I could have tucked her in and asked Cain to send someone to take care of her, but the thought of leaving her had made acid burn in my gut. She’s mine now, even if she doesn’t know how serious the promises she made last night were. I can’t stand the idea of her waking up in a cold, empty bed and having a stranger worry over her.

My driver didn’t ask any questions when I came out of the back door of Eternity with her in my arms, which is good. I payhim a lot for his discretion. He just rolled the partition up and drove to the address I gave him without comment.

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