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They belonged to me.
All of him, period.
“I want you,” I told him, completely reckless with my actions as I straddled his lap and moved into position without faltering.
The driving urge I had to be filled up by him was almost suffocating. I was suffocating and I could only breathe again once he was inside of me.
I wanted to laugh and cry and scream and throw my head back all at once.
The driving force behind my urges felt supernatural because I couldn’t be sated.
The agonizing need for more was constant.
It was physically painful to the point where I was willing to fall on my knees to get what I wanted.
What I needed.
Ineededconstant access to him twenty-four seven, and even then, it would never be enough.
As for sleep?
Well, I didn’t need to sleep anymore, either.
I was running on magic, like Superwoman.
I was invincible.
Nothing could stop me.
It was so freeing.
It was exhilarating.
“Liz.” His voice was torn. “We need to talk.”
“No, we don’t.” I pulled and tore at his chest, fingers digging into his glorious skin. “We need to touch.”
Oh God, he looked so good.
I wanted his naked body rubbing against mine.
Without barriers.
Without any clothes.
“Please, baby,” he groaned against my lips. He had one hand clamped on my hip while the other was cupping my cheek. “Let’s just slow down and talk for a bit.”
“You’re hard,” I replied, completely disconnected from the words coming out of his mouth. I couldn’t hear his words. I could onlyfeelhis body.
Not satisfied with the limited physical touch, I rocked my hips, aligning the softest part of me with the hardest part of him.
Now I could feel him where I needed him to be.
“Have me,” I begged, encouraging him to touch my breasts with one hand while pushing his other hand between my thighs. “Have me, Hugh.”
“Fuck,” he breathed, chest heaving, when his finger slid deep inside me. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“You should,” I coaxed, rocking into his touch and tugging at the waistband of his jocks. “It’s okay.”
