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Inconsolable.
Uncontrollable.
I feel my very existence unraveling as the pounding in my ears heralds the approach of something apocalyptic.
Taking one last look at Dean, I try to sear the vision of him, muscles flexed—restraint warring with desire—into my brain so that I can take some tiny piece of this night with me.
“Oh God.Dean!”
“Yes, baby. Say my name when you come on my cock.”
“Say it,” he roars.
“Dean.”
“Say it louder. I want the whole goddamn city to hear who you belong to.”
“Dean!”I cry at the top of my lungs, propelled into an orgasm so intense that my vision darkens and my ears can no longer hear through the ringing.
“Fuck,yes.” Dean joins me, pumping into me with two claiming thrusts.
I lean forward, too limp to stay upright, and rest my head in the crook of his neck. When my hearing returns, I’m treated to the sated sound of our panting breaths filling the empty night air.
“So fucking perfect.”
I wonder if the intensity of our connection has enabled him to read my mind because his awe-filled murmur is precisely what I’m thinking.
So fucking perfect.
And I know deep in my bones no other man will ever measure up.
CHAPTER 6
DEAN
I carrySachi to my bedroom with her legs wrapped loosely around my middle and her head resting in the crook of my neck. I’m not ready for our night to end. Hell, I didn’t even want to take my dick out of her.
I thought fucking her would douse the flames of my desire, but it only whetted my appetite for more. I don’t know how she feels about it, but the chemistry we have is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. From the moment our eyes first met back in the ballroom, I felt the pull of an invisible string tethering us together. I’ve toldmyself over and over that once I have a little more of her, this intense craving will subside.
Once we talk…
Once we kiss…
Once we fuck…
I’ve now buried myself so deep inside her I probably rearranged a few internal organs, and—spoiler alert—the craving is stronger than ever.
So when I tell myself that a couple more rounds tonight is all I need before I send her on her way, I know for a fact it’s complete bullshit. Why would I ever voluntarily let go of something so extraordinary as the connection we share?
Why do I have to let her go?
Because she may not want more. But what if she does?
Surely, I can convince her to give me her number. One night isn’t enough for me.
I hope to hell she feels the same.
I set her down in the primary bathroom and gently sweep the hair out of her face.
