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Holy hell, but she makes me crazy with lust.

Those breasts, those curves, that soft milky skin, she’s more than beautiful, she’s a fucking goddess.

I drag my hand down the soft curve of her stomach, resting there for moment, with the reminder of the child she’s carrying.

My child. No, it may not be mine biologically, but I’ll be the one who raises it. And if I get my way, which I will, I’ll be the one it calls Daddy.

Shifting between her legs, I press my lips where my hand had been moments before and feel her still, her muscles tightening slightly.

“Mine,” I growl against her stomach, watching her eyes widen slightly. See the small flicker of hope there. “Both of you.”

She bites down on her lip and gives a small nod, and my chest swells.

This is what I want. What I’ve been longing for. I clench my jaw, a deep sound of pleasure leaving me.

Trailing a kiss down, I stroke the inside of her thigh until she opens wider for me, letting me trail my tongue across the slit of her pussy.

She moans, twisting, and lifting her hips towards my touch. I slip one finger in and she gasps, then lets out sounds of pleasure when I find her sensitive nub with my mouth, flicking my tongue over it and making her squirm even more.

Sliding one more finger inside her, I feel her walls clench around me. She’s so damn tight and wet. And my cock is pulsating against the rough fabric of my pants, demanding entrance.

Patience, I remind myself, wanting to prolong every moment of pleasure.

She’s responsive to every touch, every lick, every flick of my tongue, and it isn’t long before her body starts to quiver and pulsate with her growing orgasm.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me,” I murmur against her pussy, two fingers thrusting inside her, my other hand teasing one of her hard nipples.

“Carter. Oh my God.” Her hands fist in my hair, and she cries out as her body convulses, and the tight walls clench and spasm around my fingers.

My God, is right. I haven’t even been inside of her, and I’m already addicted.

I kiss her once more on the inside of her thigh, then crawl above her and grin. “I’ve been fantasizing about doing that for far too long.”

She blushes. “No one has ever donethatbefore.”

I try not to frown at her admission, but it unsettles me. Obviously, she’s not a virgin, but it makes me wonder how innocent she really is.

“Did I say something wrong?” she asks, concern drawing her brows down.

“No.” I kiss her forehead, her nose, then her lips. “Of course not.”

“I just want to be gentle with you.”

She tugs my hair then, pulling me down towards her in a demanding kiss.

I groan at the next words that come out of her mouth, “I don’t want gentle. I just want you. All of you.”

Chapter 19

Layla

My body is still humming from his touch, but I want so much more. I know he’s holding back, but I don’t want his control. I want, no I need, all that intense, dark, hunger that’s been building between us to finally explode.

He’s watching me, fire in his gaze, and I can practically see the war that’s going on inside of him. The man struggling with the beast within.

“Please,” I beg, hands travelling down his sculpted abs to the waist of his pants, hooking my fingers in the material and pushing it over his hips. “I need you.”

The truth of my words leaves me shaking. I do need him. More than I’ve ever allowed myself to need anyone.

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