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Her head moved in a quick, desperate shake.
“Words, angel,” I said, sliding one fingertip up her slit in a slow, deliberate stroke that made her hips twitch.
Her lashes fluttered. “No one makes me feel like this but you.”
“And who owns this pussy?”
Color spread across her throat. Her lids fluttered, then lifted, her eyes vulnerable and defiant in the same breath. “You.”
“Louder,” I demanded.
“You!” Her hips jerked, the sheets rustled, and the sound she made went straight to my cock. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and held me in place like she thought I might leave. “Always you.”
“Damn straight,” I growled, two fingers dipping between her drenched folds, parting, rubbing, testing. I fucking loved the way her mouth fell open, and she tried to chase my touch.
She grabbed at my wrist, not to pull me away, but to anchor herself to the hand doing this to her body. I caught her mouth in a kiss that was all heat and claim—no space or air, just teeth and tongue…and the kind of filth that left her breathless.
When I pulled back, I kept my forehead against hers. “I think you need a reminder of who you belong to.”
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Ashlynn’s chest rose fast, her eyes locked on mine as I slid a finger into her tight, hot channel. Slow enough to feel every inch of heat and tightness before I crooked them just right, giving her what she needed. Pressure and promise, the dirty rhythm that made her eyes unfocus and her breath shatter.
Her hips came up to meet my hand. The hungry little sound she made when I curled my finger again drove me wild.
I dragged my hand free before I did something stupid like take her right there with my clothes still on. She whimpered at the loss, and I swallowed the sound with a kiss that was full of hunger. Her mouth opened on a gasp, and I took what she offered. Tongue stroking hers, stubble scraping her chin, one hand under her jaw, the other on her hip dragging my angel where I wanted her.
“Don’t expect to be able to walk tomorrow.” I dragged her joggers down with one hand while the other gripped her hip. “I’m gonna fuck you hard and deep until I know you won’t forget. I want you to feel me stretching you, filling you, owning you every time you move.”
The heat inside me turned feral at the end. I’d told myself a hundred times in the dark that I’d go grab a condom. That next time I’d do it differently, be smart, be careful. But I always found a new reason not to. It was a bad habit wrapped in the prettiest excuse I’d ever met. Her scent was in my lungs, her eyes were hazy and fixed on me like I was the only thing she wanted, and the thought of pulling away to wrap up felt like a betrayal of something deep in my bones.
And underneath that excuse was the truth I barely let myself think about—I wanted to put a kid in her. I wanted her round with my baby. I wanted everyone who looked at her to see what I’d done and know they were late to the party and not invited.
The thought hit me like a car sideways at speed—violent, inevitable, and impossible to ignore. It didn’t scare me. It branded me.
I pulled my hand free, brought my fingers to my mouth, and sucked them clean, eyes on hers while I did it. The soft sound she made nearly did me in, and I groaned roughly.
“Get these off.”
She shoved her panties down, kicking them free with impatience that made my lips pull into a dark smile. I helped her take off my cut, then yanked off her shirt. She reached for my belt, and on reflex, I caught her wrist. I was too desperate to let her take the wheel.
“Hands above your head.”
Heat flared in her eyes as she laced her fingers over the headboard and looked at me through those thick lashes.
Stripping off my belt, jeans, and boots, I didn’t bother with the show. She was already looking at me as though I was every bad idea she was happy to make. When I dragged my boxer briefs down and my cock sprang free, her lips parted and her pupils went wide. Yeah…I preened a little because that reaction never got old.
I shoved my palm under her knee and pressed her thigh open, then caught her other leg and pulled it over my hip, bracketing her. The thick head of my dick slid through her glistening folds, catching on her clit and dragging a moan out of both of us.
“Feel that?” I growled, my voice wrecked. “I’m gonna be so deep you won’t know where you end and I start.”
Her fingers dug into my shoulders. “Please.”
Her breath stuttered as I pushed in. Slow, torturous, inch by unforgiving inch. Because that was how I’d make her beg in a way she remembered. Her hands tightened on the headboard when my wide head stretched her, and a broken, “Oh,” fell out of her like I’d knocked the word loose.
“Eyes,” I ground out. “On me.”
