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“Fox...” she breathes again, and the sound sends shivers racing up my spine.

I crawl back toward her on the bed, letting my fingers skim over her curves, kindling that same fiery trail across her skinuntil I'm hovering over her once more. “Say it, firefly,” I urge softly, pressing my hardness against her slick folds. “Say those fucking words I want to hear.”

“Fuck me,” she responds breathlessly. “God, please. Just… just take me already.”

“Those aren’t the words, baby.”

“Yours,” she forces out. “I’m yours.”

That’s all I needed to hear. “Fuck yes, you are.”

I plunge into her, burying myself deep as we both gasp at the sensation. Her pussy envelops me like a vice, drawing out a guttural sound from deep within my chest. Brea's body welcomes me with an exquisite tightness that threatens to fray my control completely.

“God, you feel so good,” I whisper. The way she grips me…fingers digging into my back, nails trailing dangerously close to the edge of pain. It only fuels my primal desire for her. We’re lost in each other under this dim light.

Her legs wrap around my waist, urging me deeper as I begin to move. Slow at first. Each thrust deliberate as I feel every inch of her wrapped around me. She meets each movement perfectly. “Fox…” she whispers again, that name falling from her lips like a prayer.

“Just like that,” I murmur as she clings tighter to me. I want to hear her moan my name over and over again until it becomes a mantra woven into her skin like a tattoo. Each push sends shockwaves through us both. I can feel the way her body responds instinctively, each pulse pulling me further into a burning spiral of ecstasy.

But it isn’t enough. Not yet. I want to possess this woman, body and soul. It’s not enough to fuck her. I want to stake my claim so deep inside of her that any man who tries to claim her for himself will know who she belongs to.

As I plunge deeper, I crash my lips against hers, swallowing her moans and burying my need in the sweetness of her mouth. Every kiss is a mark of ownership, a promise wrapped in passion. The room fills with the sound of our bodies colliding—wet skin against wet skin.

Brea’s cheeks flush with desire as I pull back, taking in the sight of her beneath me. “Turn around for me.” Obediently, she complies, unfolding herself until she's positioned just right. On her hands and knees. Her delicious ass in the air, glistening with her arousal. “Grip the headboard, firefly. You’ll need it.”

I settle behind her, taking those luscious hips into my hands before sliding into her. The angle even tighter than the last. Brea responds by pushing her hips back toward me, an unspoken challenge that tightens the grip on my heart. I pick up the pace, driving deeper into her core as I lose myself in this blissful rhythm. Her breaths quicken and those beautiful, welcome sounds spill from her lips with every forceful push.

Her back arches, pulling her onto her knees and away from the headboard, a perfect curve with the contours of her body fitting against my chest as I pump into her. I can’t help but let out a low growl, a sound of pure dominance as I claim her like I’ve always wanted to. My hands shift from her hips, palming her ample tits. Moans erupt from her lips, sweet music to my ears as I knead her softness, using my grip to pull her closer as I thrust deeper.

I dip my head to press hungry kisses along the curve of her neck, relishing the taste of her skin, intoxicated by the scent of desire that envelops us both.

“Look at me,” I command, drawing back just enough for her to catch my gaze. I need to see those emerald eyes filled with nothing but me. “I want to see you when you come.”

Her breath hitches, those eyes flickering open to meet mine—dazed yet focused.

There’s something in that look, an unspoken agreement binding us beyond mere lust. She’s giving herself to me completely, holding nothing back anymore.

“Please,” she whispers.

“Please, what?”

“Fox,” she breathes my name. “I’m so close. Please, let me come.”

Her body shudders when I thrust forward again, harder this time with intention. My hands slip from their hold over her tits, falling lower and lower until I reach the apex of her thighs. My fingers brush against her swollen, sensitive clit. “Chase it, baby. Find your release on my cock and my fingers.”

Brea gasps, her entire body responding to my touch as I rub circles on her clit with urgency. “Let go, firefly,” I coax her softly. She tilts her head back against my shoulder and gasps. A symphony of pure need spilling forth as her release washes over her like a tidal wave.

“F-Fox!” Brea cries out, her body quaking violently as pleasure erupts through every nerve ending. The sight of her breaking apart beneath me is both mesmerizing and intoxicating. It sends me spiraling into my own abyss of bliss.

With one final thrust, I surrender to that sweet release. My cock pulsating as I spill inside of her. Marking her as mine. Brea goes lax underneath me, collapsing. She lets out a soft whimper as her body still quakes from the aftershocks of her orgasm, and I can’t help but smile into her shoulder.

“You alright, firefly?” I murmur, relishing the feeling of her warmth enveloping me.

“Mmm,” she hums against me, her back arching slightly in response to my lingering presence inside her. “I think you might have broken me.”

“Good.” I chuckle lightly, nipping at the skin of her neck before pulling back enough to look into those captivating greeneyes. With a gentle yet deliberate movement, I slowly withdraw from her warmth, allowing us both to collapse on to the bed before turning her over to face me and pulling her into my arms.

“You’re even more beautiful thoroughly fucked, Brea. You look just like a firefly all aglow.”

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