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“Don’t think. Just be here with me.” Pushing up an inch so I can look down at her, I take in her dilated eyes and hair spread across my pillow that’s escaped from her braid. Vincent is constantly playing with her hair, and when I tug the rubber band off the end of her braid to separate the strands, I understand why he’s so enraptured with it. Her hair feels like silk under my fingers.

My gaze flicks over her face, inches away as I fully undo the braid and I give her a reassuring smile. “I want to see this spread out under you. You’re so goddamn beautiful, dove.”

Mina’s breath is coming quickly as I take my time with her hair, but my breath hitches and then stops when I feel her fingers dance along my side. She moves them slowly up to my chest, trailing along my abs until they stop at the buttons of my shirt. I take a breath when her fingertips brush against them, frozen and unable to move or do anything until I know what she plans to do.

She hasn’t taken her eyes off mine, and now it seems as though she’s seeking permission from me. Giving her a small nod of permission, my heart thunders when she slips the first button free in the center of my chest.

My body is shaking as I hold back, giving her the time she needs to slide each button free until my shirt is hanging open around her body.

She searches my face for something, but I don’t know the question she’s asking. I want to tell her how I feel about her, that she’s the missing part of my soul. I want to tell her I’ll take care of her for as long as she’ll let me, and shelter her from every storm that comes rolling in. I want to tell her I fuckingloveher, because Christ, I do. But the words stay frozen in my throat, knowing that I need to wait until she’s worked through whatever is running through her head.

The moment her skin flushes under me and her eyes soften, she pushes up to bring her body closer. When her fingers brush against my skin, my muscles clench from the contact. She pulls her hand away immediately, looking unsure.

Grabbing her arm, I pull her hand back and press it against my chest, covering it with my own. “Don’t be afraid to touch me. Iwantyou to touch me,” I urge her. Her fingers curl under mine, digging her nails into my skin, and the tension breaks between us with that small flinch of her fingers.

We both move at the same time, our lips slamming together in a frenzy, and there’s no thinking as we pull the rest of our clothes off. We only part for a moment as I help her drag her dress over her head, but the moment it’s tossed to the floor, we’re reconnected.

With both of us naked, her hand skates down my chest and she spreads her fingers out over my skin, brushing her nails across my nipple. The sharp, painful pleasure has my hips bucking against hers when she digs in slightly, sending a bolt of pleasure straight into my cock.

Mina spreads her legs further as I begin to rock against her, sliding my length between her pussy lips. Her skin is like satin under my fingers, her pussy hot and dripping for me, welcoming me to her.

Reaching down, I stroke a finger through her folds and groan into her neck when she cries out, bucking her hips against my hand. “Mina,” I pant, “I want to take my time with you, but I can’t think straight. You feel so fucking good.”

Her head falls back, and she squeezes her eyes shut when I sink two fingers into her, keeping my thumb on her clit. She makes a grab for my back, pulling me closer, gripping and releasing my skin like she doesn’t know what to do with her hands.

“Max,” she groans out, then opens her eyes to find me staring at her. “Please,” she whispers.

Pulling my fingers from her heat, I run my hand and her wetness down the outside of her thigh and grip her under her knee, hiking it up higher to open her further for me. Staying locked on her face, I shift my hips to notch the head of my cock at her entrance and press in.

Mina’s mouth falls open as I keep moving, not pulling back until I’m fully seated inside of her, my balls resting against her ass, and her muscles pulsing around me.Fuck, she feels like fucking heaven and sin all wrapped up in a perfect package.

Letting her leg go, she keeps it around me and brings the other one up to cross her ankles behind my back, locking me to her. My arms slide around her, cradling her head and neck as I shift and push deeper into her. I memorize every dip and curve of her body, the feel of her surrounding every part of me, and I know I’m already addicted to her.

Her hand strokes up my back, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.Thisis where I need to be. Completely enveloped in her and I hold still as long as I can, my cock throbbing inside of her and begging for me to move.

Circling my hips against her, I grind myself against her clit and her answering gasp has me thrusting against her. There’s no holding back now as I slide out and then press back in, feeling her clench against me, a low moan rocking through both of us in unison.

Finding her lips again, I fuck her mouth with my tongue. My body matching the rhythm as I work us both into a tangle of limbs, unaware of anything around us. Her cries are like music to my ears, and I thrust into her harder, holding myself back until I feel her come undone around me.

Her eyes find mine again, filled with lust and something bordering on the edge of panic. I can feel her muscles fluttering as she holds on to me tighter, like she doesn’t know what’s happening. Christ, I can almost guarantee she’s never had an orgasm from sex before.

Leaning down, I drag my lips across her face and then nip at her ear. Speaking low without slowing down my movements, I continue to thrust my hips and grind against her clit. “You can let go for me. I’ve got you, my beautiful dove.”

A surge of pride shoots through me as I watch her eyes roll back and she fucking explodes under me. She’s squeezing me so tight through each pulse of her orgasm that I have to grit my teeth to continue to fuck her through it.

It’s her scream of, “Max!” that shatters me, and I feel my balls clench and then release in pulses inside of her.

Burying my face into her neck, my hips continue to pump against her without rhythm and words pour from my lips, unfiltered and unrestrained. “Fuck, Mina.Fuck!My God, you’re fucking perfect. Christ, I’m in love with you.” I continue to murmur my love for her and praise her and tell her how good she made me feel.

What I’ve said doesn’t register as our bodies relax against each other. Keeping myself inside of her, I turn us so we’re laying on our sides. When I hear my words of love echoing in my head, my eyes fly open, only to find her staring up at me with a look of shock and watery eyes.

“Mina,” I choke out, but her beautiful smile spreads across my soul like a beacon guiding a ship home.

“Do… Do you mean it?” she asks tentatively.

There’s no hesitation. I couldn’t lie to her if I tried, and I don’t ever want to take the words back even though I hadn’t even known I was going to say them.

“Fuck yes, I do.” Nervousness riddles me, not knowing if she feels even an iota of what I do.

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