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Before I can turn around again, his fingers breech my back entrance, and my first instinct is to cry out and pull away. But the moment he’s in, his other hand moves even quicker over my clit. I’ve never felt this kind of pleasure before. It’s on a completely different level from anything else I’ve experienced, and in seconds flat, it feels like pins and needles are shooting through my entire body.

My head falls to the mattress as I cry out another, earth shattering orgasm.

Before I’m able to recover, Blade begins moving inside of me again. With a hand on each of my hips, he moves my body to match his thrusting.

I come.

I come again.

And again.

And again.

Just when I think I have nothing left in me, he pushes through that bundle of nerves at the back again, at the same time as he pinches my clit. As if it’s his grand finale, he pulls one last orgasm from me, forcing the last drop of moisture from my body, just like he said he would.

Collapsing onto the bed, I can’t handle any more. Every inch of my body is hypersensitive. The only thing I want right now is for Blade to pull me close to him and hold me for the rest of the night.

Always knowing exactly what it is I need, Blade does exactly that.

Chapter Twenty-Four

I runmy fingers through Sasha’s silky-smooth hair as she lays tucked against my chest. Listening to the sound of her breathing is something I’ll never get tired of. Some people like to meditate to relax. All I need is the slow, rhythmic rise and fall, inhale, exhale from the beauty in my arms.

Sasha has been curled up in the same position since collapsing onto the mattress after I fucked her brains out.

Fuck, it felt good.

I loved not holding anything back. Giving her exactly what she wanted without worrying that it’s too much. I told her I wanted every drop, and she gave it to me. Every last drop before passing out from exertion or bliss. Probably both.

Now, I’ll comfort her in my arms. The drunken, wrung-dry, sated, beautiful mess that she is.

I scoff, thinking about the behavior that led us here.

Should I have allowed Lizzy on my lap? No.

Was I pissed off at her for calling me unhinged and jealous? Yes.

I’m both of those things, only when it comes to her, but that doesn’t mean I like hearing it. Then for her to walk off?

I should have thrown her over my shoulder then and there.

It fueled my fire. One that I was going to let simmer until the sight of her shaking her ass all over the fucking clubhouse poked at it. Before I even knew what I was doing, I took her and carried her upstairs. I was ready for a knockdown, drag out fight. I thought the stubborn girl I hunted all the way to West Virginia was back, and I couldn’t wait to go toe-to-toe.

She took me by surprise when she declared her ownership over me. Even more when she called me Carson. From there, my anger morphed into desire. Ihadto have her, then and there. I’ve never known desire to be painful, but the moment she propped herself up on all fours with her pussy on display for me, I was toast.

And the shade of pink that bloomed on her ass cheeks after I smacked them…

Perfection.

It’s only been about an hour and a half. I wonder if she’s rested enough to go again. My cock is growing harder the more I think about it. Just as I begin to nestle it between her ass cheeks and go for it, there’s a hurried knock on my door.

Fuck!

This better be fucking good because if I’m putting a halt to being balls deep in my girl for some bullshit, heads will roll. I grab my boxers off the floor on my way to answer the door.

“What?” I snap.

Cap is standing on the other side.

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