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"Both," I rasped against her ear, sliding my hands under her shirt to cup her breasts. "Always both when you're around."
She giggled and ground her hips back into me, slow and teasing.
Do not turn into a caveman right now, Fraser. Do not.
"I want you," I whispered, pressing a slow kiss behind her ear. "I'll always want you. But I love you enough to just be here, wrapped around you and feeling you breathe."
She shook her head. "So poetic," she teased, but I felt the way her body softened, melted into me, and Christ, if I had been standing, I would've dropped to my knees. It felt like the most natural thing in the world for her to drive me insane without even trying.
"On the contrary," I murmured, dragging my teeth gently along the sensitive shell of her ear. "I'm thinking nothing but filthy fucking thoughts, Auri. But I’m behaving for you. Don't want to push myself too far again after last night. Because if I wasn’t…" I grabbed her hips, rolled them into me once, slow and deep, just enough to make her gasp. "You'd already be back on your knees, dripping all over the floor again like the desperate little thing you are."
She shivered, coffee cup tilting dangerously in her hand. I grinned against her skin. "That's my girl. You just came on my tongue, and you already want more, don't you?"
"Yes,please."
"So sweet using your manners." I purred, sliding my hands up to palm her tits again, thumbs brushing over her already pebbling nipples. "I'm still thinking about the mess you made."
"Me, too," she whispered brokenly.
"Did you like it? Being punished? Being used? Beingtamed?" I slid a hand between her thighs and felt the arousal leaking out of her. "God, you're always so responsive for me, love."
"I—fuck," she gasped when I inserted a finger. "Came so hard I almost fainted after you took your belt to my ass, mon cœur."
Jesus.I loved that we could easily push each other to the limit, riding the fine line of going off track into a barrier or finishing the fucking race.
I scraped my teeth gently along the curve of her neck, breathing her in, tasting her skin. She whimpered, low and wrecked. God, she made the prettiest sounds when she got like this. All heat and desperate, helpless need.
I wanted to bend her over the nearest surface, mark her until her knees gave out, fuck her until she forgot her own name and the only word left was mine. "I know why you put space between us, but I fucking hated it. I hated it, and I wanted to punish you, and seeing your skin turn that fucking shade of red?" I clicked my tongue. "I will do it every time you forget you belong to me. Every time you try to run. Every time you think you have to survive alone, when all I want is for you to survivewithme."
"Oui, mon amour."
I inserted another finger and curled them. Coffee threatened to spill over the edges of the mug when her hips shifted forward.
"Every time I need to remind you that you're mine. That your body, your tears, your cries—those are all mine."
"Okay." It was a broken little noise, and I pressed my hips into her.Fuck, that friction felt good.
"I will do it every time you forget what it feels like to be wanted. Every time you try to pretend you don't deserve to be loved until you're sobbing and soaking my fucking hands."
"I understand, baby, justplease. More."
Fuck, I loved when she called me that.
A third finger joined the others, and I slowly moved them in and out. Her breath shuttered out of her. "I will do it every time you make me think I could lose you. Every time you think I wouldn't burn the fucking world down just to drag you back to me."
I slid my other hand higher, up her chest, over the delicate slope of her throat, fingers spanning her jaw, possessive and reverent all at once. She tilted her head back without me even asking, offering herself up like the most beautiful fucking gift.
"Every goddamn time until your legs give out and you can't even say no, onlymore.Until you can't sit for a week."
"I deserved it," she cried out, head lolling against my shoulders. She planted her feet in the bed and fucked my fingersuntil I could feel her pussy clenching around me. I pulled my fingers out, and she groaned in frustration.
"You did deserve it, and you will every time, love. Over and over until you're ruined and rebuilt by me alone."
My thumb traced the curve of her bottom lip. She shivered in my arms, and arousal dripped around my fingers. My cock ached more than my body ever had, even after the crash, so fucking desperate to be inside her, for relief, for—Jesus,anything.I was about to come in my pants from the way my hips kept rocking into her ass from behind.
"You looked so pretty crying for me last night, baby," I growled. "Messy and mine." Then, slowly, I pried her mouth open, pressing the pad of my thumb against her sharp incisor. "Go on," I coaxed. "Bite."
She bit down with just enough pressure to make my dick twitch painfully hard against her. I fucking panted and moaned low in my throat like an animal barely contained, then sank my teeth into the same spot below her ear where I'd left a mark yesterday. The feeling of her flesh in my mouth had me holding off an orgasm like my life depended on it.
