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With a low growl, he says, “I love you.”

My heart flips, and my legs wobble, but before I can respond, he goes on.

“I told you that before. Remember when I said, mahal kita?” He backs me over to the couch, leaving a trail of my clothes behind until I’m in nothing but a simple pair of black underwear.

“Is that so? Mahal kita,” I repeat. Though the words sound right coming from him, they sound funny from me.

I undo his belt in a swift motion, my mouth watering at the impressive bulge pressing against the zipper. As I cup him through his pants, he eases me back so I’m sitting on the couch.

Kneeling before me, he holds one breast, massaging above the heart that beats wildly for him. Deft fingers trace my nipples, bringing the rosy flesh to peaks, and he captures my lips for another kiss. Quick and pressurized, he trails his mouth along my jaw to the pulse point behind my ear. He takes his time moving down my neck and across the top of my collar bones before hovering above my chest.

I’m growing impatient, but before I can beg him for more, his mouth is on my breast, his teeth grazing over the beady point.He pulls ever so slightly and peers up at me. When I shudder in ecstasy, he does it again, this time harder.

A moan escapes me as he continues nipping, then laving over the bite to reduce the sting. He cups that breast gently, massaging as he turns his mouth to the other side.

The heat between us builds and settles heavily between my legs. I press my thighs together, desperately seeking friction. When Mateo sees this, he presses my knees apart, wrapping them around his torso and causing the ache to intensify.

Kissing his way back up my body, he whispers, “Do you still want to call the shots, or can I see how close I can bring you without touching that tight little cunt?”

Lost in a haze of lust, all I can do is nod.

He returns to my breasts, savoring the exploration, moving from feather light touches and nuzzled kisses to harsh plucks and teeth grazing, then back again. On one particularly strong press of his hands on my chest, a realization hits like a flash of lightning. When Jim said that cats believe the dominant one is the active one, while rabbits believe dominance is in being cared for, he could have been talking about us. The dominant one is the one who thinks they’re in charge. I’ve insisted on calling the shots, on holding Mateo at arm’s length because love meant inevitable pain. Yet the most punishing touches cause my core to clench exquisitely. The muscles there pulse and flutter around nothing, seeking resistance.

“More,” I whine. Fuck, I’ve never been so turned on.

In response to that one-word command, Mateo swipes his hand across my panties and eyes me.

“Oh, gorgeous girl, you’re drenched for me. Let me help you,” he says before removing the fabric. He slides the panties into his back pocket with a mischievous grin and plunges two fingers into my core. The slick sounds of my arousal coating his fingersgrows as he increases the pressure, curling the digits toward that spot inside me he knows will make me explode.

The throb intensifies, and my muscles pull tighter still. As the inferno between us reaches new heights, he lowers his face to my core and nips at my clit. With the same mix of nips and lick he used on my nipples, he punishes and soothes. Suddenly, a warm, wet heat washes over me, soaking my thighs, Mateo’s hand, and the couch.

“That was fucking sexy.” He holds his fingers to my mouth. “Taste how sweet you are.”

As I lick along his long, smooth fingers, another gush of liquid coats my thighs and the cushion beneath me.

“Did I just… do we need to worry about… did I squirt on your sister’s couch?” I cringe. Shit. This is one of Stef’s favorite possessions.

“I’ll buy a new one. I don’t fucking care.” He stands and shucks his pants, his long, thick cock springing free.

I sit forward and place kisses to the dark hair that coats golden skin.

“I know you did this once, but Nessa, you do not have to.” His tone is hushed, full of care and concern.

That alone washes away any apprehension. I take in every defined muscle, the strength of his arms, the swell of his chest, and the cut of his abdomen. As I assess every inch of him, my hands slowly trace along his thighs getting closer and closer to his stiff cock.

“Condom?” I ask, cupping his balls and massaging them.

“Wallet,” he says with an exhale, his erection twitching.

“Sit,” I command him, then crawl along the floor to retrieve the foil from his pants.

His eyes rove over me as I pass the packet to him. I’m naked and on all fours at his feet, yet I feel incredibly powerful.

“Fuck, Ivy,” he says, sheathing himself. “Please get up here.”

With a wicked smile, I crawl up his body. I drag my nails along his skin, leaving light marks and a trail of goose bumps in my wake.

When I’m standing, he grasps my hips and pulls me closer. “Take, gorgeous, please. I love letting you take control, ride me, scratch me. I’m yours,” he begs.

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