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“Don’t worry, babydoll. I’m going to give you exactly what you need,” he assures me, the tip of his cock lining up with my entrance. “I’m going to take care of you.”

He buries himself inside me with a quick thrust of his hips, filling and stretching me until I’m moaning against his lips. I lose my grip on my last thread of clarity, and the heat swallows me whole.

ALESSANDRO

The delicious scent of piña colada pours off Jessa in waves, and it’s driving me mad, my feral need to be inside every hole she has overwhelming.

I’m going to make every inch of her mine.

She pulls me to her with a mewl that makes my cock throb, her nails raking down my back. They sting as they tear into my skin, tearing a growl from me as I rut into her. Her pussy is so wet and so tight, and now that I know there’s no risk of hurting her, I don’t hold back.

Kissing my way around her neck, I run my hands over her heated skin. She's gorgeous, the nature of her heat calling to my alpha nature like a magnetic force, and I lose myself in delicious noises she makes as I slam into her.

There's so much I want to say, so many thoughts about everything that's happened between us, but it has to wait. She’s hardly coherent as it is–spilling my feelings to her now won’t change anything.

Right now, Jessa needs me. Nothing else matters.

I kiss her, and I love how I can almost taste the coconut on her lips. It makes my mouth water.

"Alessandro," she pants, her eyes closed as she writhes beneath me. My name on her lips has me driving into her harder, the base of my cock swelling to a rock-solid knot. “I need more. Please, give me more,” she begs.

Her plea kicks my instincts up to new heights, igniting a long-dormant flame in me. I fuck into her harder and faster, urged on by the lust-filled moans and groans slipping off her tongue. I bury myself deep, my fingers diving greedily for her clit and tracing small circles around it.

She arches into me, mewling at my touch, and I nearly come inside her right then. I slow my thrusts, keeping them hard and deep, focusing on her swollen nub. Her muscles tighten as she surges closer to a climax, and I keep a slow, steady pace until she shatters, coming apart on my cock. Slick pours out around us, soaking the water-proof lining on the mattress, and I crush my lips against hers in a searing kiss.

My grip on lucidity is slowly slipping away as her scent blooms, growing stronger and filling every corner of the room. It’s everywhere, clinging to my skin, assaulting my nose, overpowering my senses. She feels so fucking good, and heat creeps through me, turning the nest into a sweltering inferno.

She whines again, followed by a string of unintelligible murmurs as she grabs hold of me, and that's when I smell it.

Honey.

My brain short circuits, and my alpha flares, beating against my self-restraint. The sweet, undeniable scent of honey replaces Jessa's pineapple and coconut. It floods my senses, needles into my brain, and drowns out every other thought.

Mate.

The word hits me like a brick wall, pounding through the smell of honey threatening to choke me.

Claim. Mate. Knot.

The instinct is suffocating, inescapable. It fills every inch of me, swelling and contorting, until I can't fight it anymore. The edges of my vision blur, fire burning through me, threatening to melt my bones.

I slide out of her long enough to flip her over, pulling her up onto her knees before burying myself in her wet cunt again. Quickly picking up the pace, I slam into her until she’s groaning with every thrust, her muffled screams dying in the pillow as she clings to it for dear life.

It’s not enough.

The smell of honey pulls me forward, drags me into her, and demands more than just my cock. She wants even more than my knot.

She wants my mark.

And gods if I don’t want to fucking give it to her.

I want to fuck her from behind, to knot her with her gorgeous ass on display for me, but I can’t resist the urge to bite her, to mark her as mine.

I need to claim her, and I need to do it now.

Sliding out of her again to a whining protest, I flip her over once more. Her hair is a mess, splayed out around her in a brunette halo, her cheeks a vibrant pink. Her pale spill of skin is scorching hot and the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

“Fuck me, Alessandro,” she begs, wiggling her hips closer to my cock. “Please, don’t stop.”

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