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What else can I say? That’s exactly what I think. He slowly invades me, showing me how much he can fill me. He takes every inch of my body, owns it in its entirety.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he continues, nibbling on my ear. “Do you know that?”

I dig my nails into his shoulders and contract around him. “Then shut up and do it.”

He speeds up with a smile, obeying me without a word. The pleasure rises even higher and reaches new heights, setting everything in its path on fire.

“Tucker,” I moan as he slows down his thrusts to drive me crazy.

I dig my nails into his skin, wanting more. One of his hands settles on my neck and immobilizes my head. His gaze latches onto mine, and I can’t escape it, can’t close my eyes. We communicate silently.

There is nothing more but the contact of our bodies, the sound of our flesh as we slide against each other.

“You’re almost there,” he whispers against my mouth. His tongue caresses my lips, teases them.

But I want it to last longer. I push his shoulder back, and he lets himself move, rolling onto his back the next second. I follow suit and place myself on top of him, my taking him within me again. As I slide gently down him, I hold back a moan.

His right hand pulls my hips toward him, and he penetrates me completely. A small cry comes from my mouth at the sudden thrusting. I sway over him, my gaze wandering over his slick skin. He is boiling under me, ready to explode at any moment. As his teeth nibble on my right nipple, an unparalleled hunger grows inside me.

I want to come. I need it.

Tucker straightens against the headboard but still holds me tight around him. He continues to thrust into me while taking hold of my head again, his hand firmly holding my neck. My face is right in front of his, his eyes in mine. His grip is firm. He waits for only one thing, that I contract around him. When our breaths mix and he brings down once again his mouth against mine, I orgasm.

His hand runs along the back of my neck to rest on my throat and squeeze lightly. My breath catches for a second, and in response, my cunt tightens around his cock.

“Oh yes,” he groans in my ear as I contract a little more. “Are you hungry for me, babe?” he asks me bluntly.

At that moment, I can’t think of anything else. No restraint. This is our most primary instincts being expressed. The need to possess the other. Roughly. Bestially.

For the first time in many months, I let another man take me. And for the first time in forever, I feel like I’m totally possessed.

The sex with Rafael was good. He was careful to control his actions. He was always considerate. But with Tucker…it’s something else. He stirs up a deep desire in me that I can’t fight. Guilt slowly begins to work its way into my mind.

“Answer me,” Tucker orders me, bringing me back to the present moment.

“I’m hungry, but not as hungry as you,” I reply with the courage to challenge him a second time.

No more games. Tucker takes full control, and I feel like I’m losing this power struggle. The next second, I’m back on the mattress and Tucker’s thrusts accelerate, sending a wave of pleasure through me. The teasing is over. Our hunger is too overwhelming. It demands to be satiated.

Finally, I explode. I clench around him and let a deep well-being invade me. With a cry, he joins me in this carnal bubble and collapses on top of me, his breath burning against my ear.

Amazing.

31. Bad temper

Iris

Rafael pulls me behind him. He crosses the long corridor leading to my room and throws me a complicit glance, his hazel eyes staring at mine for a moment. The threshold of my room is hardly crossed that he kisses me intensely, his numerous piercings to the lips leaving me a metallic aftertaste.

“We have to hurry,” I laugh. “If my dad comes home early, you’re dead.”

“I’m ready to take on Mr. Foster for you,” he jokes back.

He doesn’t believe me. My parents are against our relationship. After all, Rafael is a few years older. He doesn’t go to college and he doesn’t hang out with the right people. He’s far from an angel, but I care about him. And I know he loves me. That’s the most important thing.

I let out a small laugh as his fingers brush my ribs. I hear the front door slam. I suddenly freeze, but he doesn’t.

“Did you hear that?” I whisper, half panicked.

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