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“Simon,” she whimpered. “I want you so badly.”

I hiked her skirt up, her skin boiling hot. Her wetness covered her thighs and she leaned further forward against the wall and arched her spine. I opened my pants, pulling my cock out with a sharp breath of relief.

“Now,” she panted.

I groaned as my cock hit her wet folds. She was exquisite. “I’ve caught you.”

She rubbed herself against me. “Now you can do whatever you want.” She sounded gleeful at the prospect, like a kid at Christmas.

I growled into her ear. “Spread your legs.”

“Oh, god.” Her entire body shuddered, heat pouring off her in waves. She was breathing in shallow gasps, and her cheeks were bright circles of pink.

“Are you okay?” She was hot, her twitchy movements signaling more than desire. Her scent was everywhere, making it hard for me to focus on anything but being inside her and giving her as many orgasms as I could until we both passed out.

She was panting heavier than before. “Yes,” she gasped out. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop. I’m so turned on I can’t think straight.”

I growled, palming her breast. “You liked it when I chased you down.”

“Yes.” She was already trying to rub herself against me.

“You want me to fuck you against this wall.” I rubbed the tip of my cock against her entrance.

She whimpered, sounding so desperate, I couldn’t tease her anymore. I needed to give my omega what she needed. I thrust inside her as hard as I could.

“Yes.” She came immediately, her walls clenching around me, but I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t make it that easy on her.

I bottomed out, sweat and scent gluing us together. She mewled as I hammered into her, yanking the front of her sundress down.

I raked my hands over her body, squeezing her breasts, biting her neck, not hard enough to break skin or bond, but enough to mark her. I needed her more than I needed breath in my lungs.

She was hot and wet and I couldn’t help the orgasm crashing over me. It was as inevitable as my drawn to her.

“Yes, Simon, come inside me,” she panted, her walls tightening around me.

I leaned over her, dragging my teeth along her neck. “Stella, you’re mine.”

I jerked her hips against me, driving into her until I hit her g spot over and over.

Stella gave a hoarse cry, twisting in my arms. “Harder, please, please,” she whimpered. “Simon please.”

She begged me, begged for the relief only I could give her, and it went straight to my cock and brain. I buried myself inside her, the only thing keeping me from knotting her was knowing she needed more orgasms.

I snaked my hand around her waist, playing with her clit as I slowed to a grinding pace. Stella squealed, arching her back as another orgasm raced through her like a tidal wave.

Everything went away except the feeling of burying myself inside her.

I’d started out trying for a satisfying fuck, something that would get this desire out of our systems, but by the time my orgasm came crashing down, it had turned into something raw and personal. I realized that I needed her, like I needed air or water.

With a grunt, I came inside her, knotting her deep, sending her over the edge into another orgasm. I cradled my body against Stella’s and wondered how the hell I would go back to life without her.

Chapter15

Stella

Simon’s smoky caramel and marshmallow scent filled my world. I pressed my forehead against the cool wooden wall and thought about my life choices. Normally I hated being knotted while standing, but this was…amazing.

Simon groaned and bit my neck. I shuddered, the sharp-sweet sting doing nothing to calm my libido.

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