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Long fingers nimbly unbuttoned my pajama top, pushing it open to reveal my naked breasts. He kissed each one, swirling his tongue around each nipple with far too much control.

I was going to combust with his teasing, but I was so turned on by him taking what was his, with only my lack of protest as his permission.

An unrelenting need swept through me as he pulled the shirt off of me all together; the move forced him to sit up. When the covers fell away from his naked body, even in the dark gray light, I could see how truly gorgeous Logan Eccles was.

He was lean, the leanest of all my men—his body built like a swimmer; lithe, toned muscles and none of the bulk. His abs weren’t shredded, his arms weren’t corded, but he exuded a powerful sense of self; he could hold his own, and his confidence, while annoying, was a result of hard work and determination. He owned his body.

And now, I needed to be owned by him.

He seemed to sense the change in me as I squirmed under him. An unforgiving ache welled up, but when his lips found mine, he kissed me so passionately, I could taste his desperate desire for me on his tongue.

“Do you need me, Princess? Do you want me to stuff my cock deep inside your tight cunt?”

I whimpered. The need to feel him, to cross this invisible line after all these years, finally crested its inevitable summit.

All I gave him was a single, solitary nod of my head when his eyes searched mine for consent.

He kissed me languidly like we had all the time in the world. Then he flipped me over in one fell swoop. His hands trailed over my cheeks, and then guided his cock to my entrance. He teased me with its light pressure before slowly pressing his naked shaft into me.

I closed my eyes to revel in every inch of his girth filling me. I was about to fuck Logan Eccles. After one taste of him, I’d never be able to take it back.

CHAPTER 19

LOGAN

Fuck me.

I looked down in time to watch her greedy pussy swallow my cock whole. Her lips stretched around to grip me so tightly, I was going to fill her with my cum in less than a minute.

I couldn’t have that. My princess was going to feel me everywhere tomorrow. There would be no mistaking who kept her up all night to make her scream when she went home to her boyfriends in the morning. I was going to mark her. Scar her. Christen her slick cunt with my seed and then stuff it back inside her when it dripped out onto Hillary’s sheets.

The vision of my cum dripping out of her tight hole made my cock twitch with pain, despite the fucking bliss that surrounded me. I had dreamed of this moment for literally years. Now that she lay beneath me like a delicious candy desperate to be sucked and fucked, I needed to savor every debauched second.

I bit down on her shoulder, sinking my teeth into her tender flesh enough to bruise as I pulled out and slammed back into her welcoming cunt. Her back arched in response, her ass grinding into my balls as her body begged me for more.

Fuck yes, little Princess. I’ll give you everything I have.

I rocked into her again, no mercy or care for how deep I was entering her body or how hard I was pushing her. I used her hot, tight pussy like it was mine to own.

She was mine to own. At least in this moment.

One hand gripping her hip, I wrapped the other around her throat, squeezing gently. She shuddered beneath me as I continued to apply pressure and slammed back into her again and again, reveling in her slickness coating my cock and the hair on the tops of my thighs.

I wanted to bathe in her arousal. I didn’t want anyone confusing the fact that this woman owned me. I’d walk to the ends of the earth for her; for her sweet smile and her snarky comebacks and for this precious, incredible cunt.

My cunt.

A growl forced its way from my chest as I released her throat and flipped her over to face me.

Her eyes were glassy in the dim light, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen and puffy from my kisses. Fuck any porn I’d tugged my dick to until this moment; nothing compared to this woman’s body beneath me.

I claimed her breasts, holding each weighted mound of delicate flesh in my palms and kneading them as I fucked into her harder. A demon possessed me, forging my anger, frustration, passion and pain into a rage-fueled fuck machine. She bit her lip so hard to keep from crying out, she was going to draw blood.

I hoped she did. I would suck it clean from her body like I was going to suck her cum.

My little princess was submitting to me, and doing so well. I’d reward her for it later.

Her hands raked over the damaged flesh of my back, digging her nails into the skin the harder I fucked her. Good. I wanted—needed—her to mark me, too. I needed the marks to bleed; no one in this world was going to confuse who I belonged to.

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