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All the dark ones had collapsed under the weight of his touch. They didn’t belong here anyway.

“Are you in pain?” The ragged note in his voice reminded me of the firm grip on his own reactions he’d demonstrated.

“No,” I answered, floundering for my verbal skills. “That—that was amazing. I want—I want more.”

His grin was intense and blinding.

The smile transformed him from handsome to sexy as fuck and beautiful. Straightening my legs, he rose from where he’d been kneeling. Oh, right. He’d been on the floor. The thickness of his cock jutted right out and it was already suited up.

When had he…?

You know what, I didn’t care.

“You sure, Firecracker?”

“Fuck me, soldier,” I whispered, desperate to feel him inside of me. “Make me think only of you.”

With one hard thrust, he pushed into me. The stretch of accommodating him burned in all the best ways. His thrust forced all the air out of my lungs and my mouth opened in a soundless oh.

There was a smug look of pleasure on Voodoo’s face and he had every reason to be smug. I could feel nothing that wasn’t him.

“Hard and fast?” How did he keep that laser focus and rigid control when I was desperately trying to not fall apart? “Or slow and deep?”

I clenched around him, the flutters of my inner muscles fighting to grip him even as he filled me so full. “Hard and fast.”

Those were the last two words I managed because he took me at my word. Drawing back almost to the tip, he grinned down at me before he rocked back in. Every thrust lifted my hips, but he had my legs braced and I didn’t drag on the bed.

Not that I cared. Everything narrowed down to where we connected. The slap of his balls hitting my ass added to the symphony of the bed’s squeaking, and underscored the raggedness of my breaths and the roughness of his own.

A vein seemed to throb in his forehead. The veins on his arms popped out. The image of that leash flitted through my mind, too swiftly there and gone to hold onto.

“So fucking good for me, Firecracker,” he said. “So fucking good. You’re taking my whole cock, and it feels so fucking good inside of you. That’s it, squeeze me tighter.”

He let out a grunt as if it was taking him real effort to keep pumping into me, not that it slowed him in the slightest. When he stroked my clit, I came like a rocket. I didn’t pretend to hold back my reaction, some part of me heard my own scream as Itried to drag him closer, but this position and his grip kept me completely in his control.

“Keep taking me, Firecracker. That’s it. Keep coming and let me fuck you so deep, you feel me for days.”

Days.

Oh fuck.

The next time I came, he let out his own shout, but I was already slipping away. The drowning pleasure dragged me down and I tumbled even as his lips brushed against my face.

Warm, safe, and so damn full.

I wanted to open my eyes, and made one last attempt, then he was lifting me off the bed and onto the other. Sleep pulled me under. I resurfaced when he slid into the bed on the other side of me. When he curled me to him, I rubbed my cheek against his chest.

His phone buzzed and he must have answered it because his voice was a soothing rumble. The conversation faded like everything else.

The next day would be here soon enough, now? Now, I was one long sensual ache and I savored it as I passed the fuck out.

Chapter

Twenty-Two

BONES

Dumping the other car and acquiring a new one hadn’t taken all night, but I was loathe to return to the hotel directly. A part of me half-expected the bastards who’d come after her on the road to be tracking their own vehicles. It would make sense.

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