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Pulling back, his eyes locked onto mine. “I love you, Gracie.”

And with one swift motion, he plunged his cock deep inside me, filling me completely.

Chapter 27

Tark

Gracie's heart pounded beneath my hand. Her skin was soft and warm, like woolasilk brushed by sunlight. I wanted to savor every moment, every touch, every breath that escaped her lips.

Her eyes remained on mine, trusting, loving. She loved me. I still couldn’t quite believe it. I would do everything to make sure she never doubted giving me her heart.

I was inside her now, her warmth enveloping me, her body accepting me completely. The hum of my coorails echoed around us, and it was all I could do not to explode.

Holding still, I let her adjust to my size. Her fingernails dug into my forearms. I leaned down, curling my spine so I could capture her mouth in a slow, deep kiss. Her tongue met mine, dancing, exploring. I could taste her desire, her need, her love. It was intoxicating.

Her hips moved, urging me to do more. I obliged, pulling out slowly, the hum of my coorails intensifying as they slid against her sensitive flesh. She moaned, her legs tightening around my hips. I pushed back in, a long, slow stroke that made her groan ring out. She arched her body to meet mine.

“You feel so good,” she whispered. “Incredibly good.”

I smiled, my heart swelling with love. I increased my pace, taking care with each stroke. Despite her telling me she wanted more redness, I was going to see if I could prevent it this time. That meant no slamming into her, no banging my balls and pelvis against her.

It would be torture, but I would bear it with a smile on my face.

I wanted to show her the depth of my love, the intensity of my need for her, and that would do it.

Her moans filled the room, her body meeting mine thrust for thrust. The sight of her beneath me, her head thrown back, her lips parted, was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Her passage kept tightening around my cock, her muscles coiling, her body craving release.

I reached between us and stroked her clit in time with my gentle drives, the hum of my coorails vibrating inside her. Her moans grew louder, her body tensing. Releasing. Tensing once more.

Her breathing stuttered, and she looked up at me with complete adoration. “You're driving me out of my mind. Don't go slow. Please!”

“No pounding. No slamming. No redness this time, sweet love. I'm fucking you in a gentle way. It's good, right?”

She literally snorted out a laugh. “Who said I can't have redness if I want it? Slamming. Pounding too. It's mine. It belongs to me and if you don't give it to me, I'm going to scream.”

“Oh, you'll scream alright.” I felt confident about this enough to say that. She'd bellowed the other day; she'd do so tonight—withoutme giving her body redness.

I shifted my position, grasping her hips to pull her closer to the edge of the bed. Her legs wrapped tighter around me, her heels digging into the small of my back, urging me on. I kept mypace steady, my strokes long and deep, gritting my teeth against the urge to pound into her the way she'd requested. The way my body craved.

“Tark….” Her voice was a breathless plea, her hands curling into the blankets at her sides. “Please.”

I leaned over her, bracing one hand near her head. Sweat slicked our bodies, and her damp skin felt amazing against mine. Hunger blazed in her eyes, a match for my own. I curled over again to kiss her hard and deep, our tongues tangling.

“I'll give you more, Gracie,” I promised against her mouth. “I'll give you everything. All my cock. All my cum.”

But I wouldnotgive her redness.

I straightened, my hands sliding down to her knees. I pushed them up, spreading her wider, opening her even farther. Her eyes never left mine, her trust pretty much gutting me. I held her gaze as I began to move faster, my hips driving forward, burying myself deep inside her. The hum of my coorails grew louder, the beads pulsing with every stroke.

Her breath caught, her mouth opening in a silent cry of pleasure. Her passage tightened around me, her inner muscles gripping me like she'd never let go. Her hands fluttered to her breasts, cupping them, her fingers pinching her nipples. The sight sent lust surging through me, and I fought to keep control.

Reaching down, I slid my thumb across her cleat. I circled it, my fingers slick with her desire. Her hips bucked, her body writhing as I brought her closer to giving way. Her moans filled the room, her lungs surging in sharp gasps.

“Tark, I'm almost there,” she panted, her eyes fluttering closed. “Do it harder. Faster!”

I could feel it too. The tension in her body, the tightening of her muscles, the way her passage gripped me, trying to hold me deep inside. I increased my pace, my thumb moving faster, my hips driving forward with a steady, relentless rhythm. Hergroans grew louder, her body tensing. She was ready to give me everything, and I was going to watch her face while she came. Feel the love shining there.

Her eyes flew open, locking onto mine. “Tark, I'm… I'm…”

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