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I need to lose myself inside her body.
Teach her how to find pleasure with my cock buried deep.
Swallow her moans while she surrenders to me.
With any other woman, I’d let her finish me with her mouth. But with Amber? That’s not enough.
Chapter 19
I barely register the moment he lifts me and carries me to the bed.
I’ve lost track of where I am—because right now, all that exists for me is him.
His taste on my tongue. The silk-wrapped hardness of his cock. The guttural moans he let out when he was in my mouth.
Beau thinks he could hurt me? He was nothing but perfect and careful. He has no idea what I’ve seen. I know exactly what a man can do when he wants to hurt a woman.
I push the thought away. I won’t let my past taint the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced.
His hands glide over my body, switching between kisses and bites.
Everywhere he touches, I feel branded—possessed—claimed.
And I want more.
“I love the way we smell together,” I confess because he needs to know everything he makes me feel.
He gets up, strips off his pants and boxers, and despite having already tasted him with my hands and mouth, I’m struck by the sight of him—fully.
His cock points upward, and he strokes it slowly, eyes locked on mine.
I lick my lips, tasting him again, and when he sees that, he walks over to me.
There’s a flutter in my stomach, but it’s not fear. It’s anticipation.
I don’t let myself dream, but just for tonight, I’ll dive headfirst into this thing happening between us.
To my surprise, he lies back on the bed and extends a hand.
I straddle his thighs—and even after everything we’ve done, there’s something strange about being completely naked on top of him, one leg on either side of his body. Even though I’m not shy, the way he looks at me makes me want to leap into his arms or run away—both at once.
“Come here, Amber. I want you to feel me. See what you do to me.”
This must be his softer side. Even though he said he’s not a prince, he’s trying to be gentle.
I obey, hovering above his cock, kneeling.
He shifts, and his tip brushes against me.
“Ahhhhhh . . .”
“Fuck, you kill me with those moans.”
He grabs my hips and rocks me forward and back over him. The friction is delicious.
I try to lower myself, but he won’t let me.
“Not yet. Just feel.”
