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All I can think is…I need more.

My eyes fall on the floor, where her flannel shirt and panties lie. Head blank, I pick up her panties, flip them over to the strip of fabric where her pussy sits, and push them against my face.

That’s what I need more of.

My brain buzzes, and I’m rock hard again. I push the panties in my pocket and go downstairs. When I return with a glass of cold water for her and a shot of whiskey for me, she’s back in bed. The sheets are pulled over her breasts, her curls tumbling around her naked shoulders.

She drinks. I nurse my whiskey and watch.

I don't want her to go home, but I can’t scare her off by asking her to stay the first night we spend together.

She doesn’t know I’ve been planning on getting her into my bed for months. That can’t come out until I’ve got her locked down. She needs time. Maybe a little space.

Then, she’ll come back to me.

She burrows into the bed. I stretch out beside her. Gently, I stroke her neck and back, the dip above the curve of her ass. She’s exhausted, so it takes less than five minutes for her eyes to start flickering. Then, her body goes limp, and she’s out.

I rise and go into the bathroom to clean up. When I step out of my pants, I pause. My eyes drop down at my halfway hard cock.

She bled. I spit on my fingers and rub the pink streaked up my length. I put my finger in my mouth, just to make sure it really is blood. Metal and something intoxicatingly sweet fills my mouth.

Was she a virgin? If she was, I wish she’d told me. I wouldn’t have been so rough.

These questions will have to wait until the morning. I get in the shower and jerk off, trying to get my dick to calm down so I can sleep. Seeing her come got me all hot and bothered again. Afterward, I dry off and put on sweatpants before getting back into bed with her.

This is all I’ve ever wanted—the little sigh she lets out in her sleep as I pull her into my arms, the feeling of peace as her curves fit perfectly against my body.

There’s no going back for me.

She’s worth everything I’m going to do to make her mine.

CHAPTER NINE

FREYA

I sleep hard and wake to something rough brushing my shoulder. The pillow smells good—soap, skin, aftershave. Eyes shut, I inhale as warm breath and stubble drag over the nape of my neck.

For the first time in my life, I slept with a man in my bed.

He kisses me at the top of my spine. I’m deliciously warm beneath the heavy covers, his bare skin against my naked back. Light kisses feather down my upper spine.

“Open your legs for me, sweetheart.”

His voice is rough from sleep. It goes right down and centers in my pussy. Eyes still shut, I moan in my throat, and he spits in his hand and lifts my thigh. His fingers work over my sex. Then, he shifts until I feel his hard stomach and the short hair at his groin.

He pushes the tip of his cock into me, swearing under his breath. Pain ripples as he sheathes himself, but there’s something so softly erotic about what he’s doing that it turns to pleasure at the first thrust.

Why is this so intimate? I don’t really know him.

He takes my hip, lifting my thigh back over his leg, and starts fucking slow and deep. My eyes flutter open. The pale gray lightfrom the not risen sun spills through the windows. The hills stretch out, dark and beautiful.

He groans, pulling me back. Hot breath fans over my nape.

“You feel so good,” he breathes. “Let’s get you on top. I want to see you like that.”

Before I can react, he pulls me off his cock, flips onto his back, and sets me back on it. My eyes widen as I sink down onto him—big, thick, four rounded points.

He’s big, I’m tender from last night. His gaze runs over my body. Unsure, I wrap my arms around my breasts, but he grips my wrists.

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