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He teased at her entrance, his eyes searching hers as he eased in slowly. Just that slight pressure sent a shiver to her core. She arched her back and closed her eyes as a low moan escaped. The concern over pain had been for nothing. Even as he sank deeper, she eagerly accepted him, desperate for everything he could give.
His lips parted as he made a barely audible sound.
“If you make any more sounds like that,” he murmured, “I’ll be done before I can make you come again.”
“You want me to come again?”
Propping himself up on one arm, he ran his other hand along her stomach, slowly moving in and out. “If we had the time, I’d make you come until you asked me to stop… or one of us passed out.”
A rush of pleasure surged through her at his words. She loved hearing him talk like this—raw and unguarded. In the fleeting fantasies she’d allowed herself, there had never been so many words.
When his thumb found her clit, she sucked in a hard breath at how sensitive she’d become. On the rare occasion she climaxed, she’d never tried again so soon. Once had always been enough to sate her for months—or more recently, years.
But with Gordon, something had shifted. She wanted everything.
His rhythm picked up, pulling her into a dizzying spiral of sensation. Her breath hitched and her body tightened. She had forgotten it was possible to feel this good with another person.
“And tell me when you do like it,” he said, his voice husky.
“I like this… A lot,” she panted.
“Thank fucking God.”
Even through the heightened sensitivity, that warm feeling was swallowing her up again. She couldn’t get enough of him. The way he caressed and watched her was like being worshiped.
Gordon’s hips jerked. “I need you to come,” he groaned. His thumb circled faster, coaxing her. “I need to feel you come on me.”
Mara clung to him, nails digging into his forearm as heat pooled low in her belly.
So close.
She tightened her legs around him. “Don't stop. Even if you’re about to come—just do it.”
“Fuck, Mara.”
His movements grew urgent and erratic. With another stroke of his thumb, he pushed her over the edge, where she was swallowed up by wave after wave of pleasure. She squeezed his hips with her legs, locking him in place.
Gordon wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair as he followed, whispering tender words against her ear.
In that moment, she was the happiest woman alive—shuddering beneath him, enveloped in his embrace.
All of her pain, forgotten.
He had her completely—mind, body, and soul.
Chapter 22
Mara
They lay coiled around each other in bliss. Mara’s head rested against his chest, the slow rise and fall lulling her toward sleep.
His hand moved gently over her arm, rousing her just enough to keep sleep at bay. She thought back over their time together, reliving how incredible he felt.
Then, she got to the part where she’d waged war with her own body.
He’d been so patient, but she couldn’t help feeling embarrassed.
“I’m sorry for acting strange.” She swallowed hard, trying to find words. “It’s more automatic than I realized. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
