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Her quick nod eased a tightness in his chest.
He needed her to understand she had the power to make him stop. No matter how much his baser needs took over, he would stop if she willed it. He might be the one taking the lead, but he would never take what wasn’t freely given, and he wouldn’t cross a line she marked in the sand.
Positioning himself behind her on his knees, he sat back on his heels. He leaned in and sucked the skin of her backside into his mouth like he wanted to do before, latching on with his teeth like he’d done to other parts of her. She cried out and slammed her fist on the bed, the other squeezing the covers in her grasp.
He lifted his head to admire the red and purple mark. He growled in pleasure, moving down to swipe her core with his tongue, indulging in another taste. She whined at the contact.
He lifted his head and placed his hands on the cheeks of her backside, squeezing tight. “Shhh. I just needed another taste. You’re a temptation I can’t resist.” He stroked his cock slowly before gliding the head along her core, lubricating himself. “You have no idea how wet you are for me, do you, Kitten?”
Her soft whine in response made him smirk. She hadn’t said another word since she begged him to fuck her. But her needy whines, moans, and desperate garbled pleas that almost formed words let him know he had her where he needed her. He would do anything to make her feel good.
Her knees spread farther apart as she lowered herself a little more, angling herself in line with his length as he pushed forward, nudging at her entrance but not entering her. Her frustrated whine when she tried to push back and didn’t move made him smile. He held her hips still in a bruising grip, preventing her from sinking down on his cock.
“You want it, Kitten?”
She made a soft, needy sound, wiggling her hips, begging without words.
“No. I want more than that. I want you to tell me how much you want this.” He slid the head in an inch, and she gasped. “Well?”
“Please,” she said, looking up at him with one eye from where she held her cheek pressed against the pillow.
“Please what?”
“I want it.”
“What do you want?”
“You know what I want,” she pouted with frustration, but it lacked any bite, a moan following her words when he dug his fingers into the fleshy part of her backside.
“I want to hear it.” His voice was a sharp command, but the rasp in his voice betrayed his need to sink deep inside her. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold up a conversation.
“Aiden,” she sobbed. “I need you to put it inside me. I need to feel you. I need it. I need it. I need it.” Tears filled her eyes, making his widen at the naked longing in her voice as she repeated her plea over and over while choking on her sobs.
He inhaled long through his nose, taking in the sugary aroma of her scent floating in the air, pushing down the burn in his eyes. He never knew sex could feel like this.
No, this wasn’t sex. This was a joining of souls.
Her need was so potent he felt it inside of him. Her longing and need for him hit on a visceral level, mirroring his in startling clarity.
With no further preamble, he punched forward, sinking all the way until his thighs met hers, making them both cry out in unison.
Her walls fluttered around him, but she wasn’t coming, not yet.
Once again, he couldn’t bring himself to take her slow and delicate, like she deserved. He needed to possess her. So he did. He thrust his hips, intending to mark her insides as thoroughly as he had done to her outer flesh.
His hands slid up to her waist, holding her tight beneath the ribs. He pulled himself closer to her as he ground his hips. Sweat glistened on her spine, and he curled himself over her to lick it from her skin. It tasted salty and sweet.
His size easily dwarfed her beneath him, and he took advantage of that, lowering his mouth to bite her shoulder as he pounded into her. She squirmed beneath him, moaning and pleading for more.
Before long, the taste of copper mingling with sweet vanilla sugar met his tongue. He hesitated, but she wasn’t having it.
“Harder,” she rasped. “Bite me harder.”
Growling, he pulled her skin into his mouth, savoring the addictive liquid, driven by her demands. She wanted him to bite harder instead of urging him to stop. She didn’t know what she was asking for. Did she know he was drawing blood? She had to feel it.
He rocked his hips against her, rotating them in a way that must have hit a spot inside her she liked because she shattered around him with a broken sob as he detached from her skin.
The walls of her insides choked his shaft, sending him flying over the edge into his own climax, pulsing inside her, painting her with the most intimate thing he could offer her.
