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The zipper’s descent felt endless. Cool air kissed her spine as the fabric parted, but his hands were there immediately, warm and callused, mapping every inch of newly exposed skin. She shivered, both from the contrast in temperature and the reverence in his touch. She finally managed to push his shirt off his shoulders, and he had to release her long enough to shrug out of it completely.

The separation, brief as it was, felt like torture. She stepped out of her dress, letting it pool at her feet. The candlelight played across his broad chest, highlighting the strong planes of muscle and casting shadows in the valleys between.

Her mouth went dry at the sight of him.

He was beautiful—all power and grace, and somehow, impossibly, hers.

Their eyes met, and the naked lust in his gaze stole her breath. She reached for him at the same time he moved toward her, their bodies colliding with enough force to drive the air from her lungs. His skin burned against hers. She couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t satisfy the ache building inside her.

They stumbled backward together, neither willing to break contact. Rose petals scattered beneath their feet, releasing their sweet perfume into the air. Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the play of muscles as he moved. His mouth found that sensitive spot behind her ear that made her knees weak, and she clutched at his shoulders to stay upright.

His hands slid lower, cupping her ass and pulling her tightly against him. The hard length of him pressed against her stomach, and she moaned at the evidence of his desire. She rocked against him instinctively, drawing a growled curse from his throat that vibrated against her skin.

The backs of her legs hit the bed, and she went down willingly, pulling him with her. Rose petals flew up around them, settling back down like crimson rain. Some stuck to their sweat-dampened skin, and she watched, mesmerized, as one clung to his shoulder.

He braced himself above her, and they stared at each other for a moment. The candlelight caught in his eyes, turning them to liquid gold, full of heat and promise. She traced the line of his jaw, marveling at how this powerful man trembled at her touch. His control was visible in the tension of his muscles, in the way his arms shook slightly as he held himself above her.

Sliding her other hand down his chest, she felt his heavy heartbeat beneath her palm. Their remaining clothes felt like an unbearable barrier between them. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants, impatient to feel his skin againsthers. His breath hitched, and he captured her mouth in another searing kiss that left her dizzy and desperate for more.

They worked together to remove the last of their clothing, their movements growing more frantic with each passing second. Every brush of skin against skin was electric. Each touch stoked the fire between them. The air was punctuated by their harsh breathing and the soft sounds of pleasure neither could contain.

He pulled back, and she pouted at the loss of contact until she saw his face. The naked emotion there stole her breath. He studied her as if memorizing every detail, his hand trembling as he brushed her hair back from her face.

“I never thought—” his voice caught, rough with emotion. “I never thought I’d be lucky enough to get a mate.” His thumb traced across the curve of her cheek, feather-light. “Never mind one as beautiful as you.”

The raw honesty in his voice made her eyes burn with unshed tears. She reached up to cup his face, drawing her thumb across his lower lip.

How could he not see how remarkable he was? How could he not know that she was the lucky one? Words felt inadequate to express the depth of emotion swelling in her chest, so she pulled him down to her instead, pouring everything she couldn’t say into a kiss that started gentle but quickly blazed into something more.

His confession had changed something between them, turned their desperate passion into something deeper, more profound. Every touch felt like a promise, every kiss a vow. She arched up against him, needing to be closer, needing him to understand through her touch what she couldn’t express in words. The weight of him above her, the heat of his skin against hers, the way his hands shook slightly as they mapped her body—it all combined into a perfect moment of connection that went far beyond the physical.

She hooked her leg around his, pulling him against her with desperate need. Her slick wetness coated his length as he rocked against her, making her whimper with anticipation.

Then he fitted himself against her, and when he finally pushed inside, the stretch and fullness drew a deep moan from her throat. Her inner walls clenched around him, adjusting to his considerable size as he sank deeper with each careful thrust until he was fully seated within her.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her nails raking down his back as pleasure sparked through her body. Every slight movement sent shockwaves of sensation coursing through her. His thick cock hit a spot inside her that made her back arch and pleasure cascade through her. When he started to move in earnest, she couldn’t hold back her cries.

He set a demanding pace, one that had her clinging to his shoulders, her hips rising to meet each powerful thrust. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by their shared groans and gasps. Her breasts bounced with each impact until he captured one peaked nipple in his mouth, sucking hard enough to make her arch off the bed.

“More,” she begged, her heel digging into his ass to urge him deeper.

“Harder, please—” Her words dissolved into a cry as he complied, driving into her with an intensity that had the headboard slamming against the wall. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her, building a hard tension low in her belly between her thighs where they were joined.

Shifting his weight to one arm, his other hand slid between them to find her clit. The first brush of his fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves made her whole body jerk.

“Yes,” she hissed, grinding against his touch as he worked her with practiced circles. The dual sensation of his thick length stretching her while his fingers played with her clit was almost too much to bear.

Her inner muscles clenched around him as the pressure built. She bit her lip. So close… almost there.

He shifted slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly he was hitting that perfect spot with every…single…thrust. Each stroke sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

“You feel so good,” he growled against her neck, his breath hot on her skin. “So tight, so wet for me.”

His words and a particularly deep thrust drew a keening moan from her throat. He throbbed inside her, his cock growing impossibly harder.

She threw her head back. Her thighs trembled as her whole body tightened in anticipation. She felt herself getting wetter and slicker, her arousal coating them both as he maintained his relentless pace.

His fingers drew tight, fast circles on her clit, making her see stars. The combination of his thick cock filling her completely and his skilled fingers working her sensitive flesh was too much. She started to come undone, her body trembling on the precipice of release.

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