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He pressed his tongue between my breasts, licking all the way up to the base of my throat and I moaned, pulling his mouth to mine.

Hungrily, his mouth dominated mine and my arms locked around his neck to keep him close. His hands found my hips and he lifted them before lowering me down hard on him. I broke the kiss with a strangled cry.

His fingers curled around my neck as he brought his lips to mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth.

I struggled to kiss him back, desperately chasing the high. My hands gripped his face. “I hate you,” I breathed between his kisses, my voice raw. “I hate you so—“ my words were cut off with a moan as his fingers teased my clit. “So fucking much, Antonio,” I whimpered his name.

“Keep hating me,” he breathed against my lips, stealing kisses before feasting on my mouth. My muscles tightened around him and he whimpered, pressing his forehead to mine. “Just like that—“ he moaned. “Fuck, Nirah.” His head rolled back as he moved my hips for me.

I leaned back, my hands resting on his thighs behind me as I rode him to a blissful orgasm.

“Make a pretty little mess for me.” His hand gripped the space where my hip and thigh met, lifting me before slamming me down harder on him and my back arched, pulling a loud scream from my throat as my eyes crossed.

His hips thrust up relentlessly, allowing me to ride out the orgasm that only he could ever give me.

In a haze of lust and desperation, his orgasm hit right after mine and I collapsed on top of him, panting in ecstasy. The side of my face pressed to his chest and I could hear the rampant thud of his heart.

He wrapped both arms around me and without pulling out, he rose to his feet.

I pulled back to look at him but before I could speak his lips were on mine.

He carried me upstairs and into my bedroom, then dropped me on the bed. “What are you doing?” I asked, exhaustion catching up to me as I watched him unbutton his shirt before tossing it to the floor.

“On your hands and knees,” he ordered, gripping my ankle to yank me to the edge of the bed. He flipped me over, taking me aback and I gripped the sheets.

“No—“ my words were cut off when the bed dipped on either side of me and he hauled me up onto my knees.

With low eyes he positioned his tip at my entrance then stopped.

“No?” he asked in a manner of confirmation and I swallowed hard. Did I say no?

I glanced over my shoulder to see him looking at me as though his brain wasn’t understanding why I said no after what we just did.

“No.” The word slipped out before I could catch it, taking even myself by surprise. No? Why did I just say no?

He let me go and I turned around, propped up on my forearms as I stared up at him. My heart thudded at a dangerous pace and he shifted back, standing at the edge of the bed. My eyes trailed up his sculptured body, tattoos and all, and fuck.

“Yes,” I blurted out, leaping forward as I pressed my mouth to his. “I mean yes,” I breathed between kisses and his hands gripped my waist. I let my hands run over his shoulders, biceps and chest—turned on by the feel of his muscular body under my fingertips. “Yes, Antonio.”

He turned me, holding my back to his chest as he slipped inside of me and my head rolled back against his shoulder. I moaned, throwing my arm back to hold the back of his neck.

His hand slipped down in front of me, his fingers rubbing my clit with the pace he’d effortlessly perfected when we were…

My eyes fell shut and I forced those thoughts out, focusing on his body against mine.

His hips pumped back and forth as he gripped my chin. Our lips collided and suddenly, I wanted more. Needed more.

He pushed his hand into my hair, bending me forward and my bottom lip curled between my teeth; my fingers gripping the sheets.

His hands dug into my skin as he gripped my hips before pulling out and slamming into me. A cry lodged in my throat as my arms gave out underneath me. My head dropped to the bed, the sounds of my moans fluttering into the room.

“Hands,” he demanded, thrusting harder and deeper and I squeezed my eyes shut, twisting my arms back.

He gripped my arms, pinning my hands behind my back with one hand as he drilled deeper inside of me. “Oh, God,” I choked out.

He cursed under his breath and the sound alone pushed me closer to my orgasm. “Who do you belong to, Nirah?” he rasped and I opened my mouth to moan.

I bit down on my teeth, squeezing my hands into fists. “Fuck you.” I forced out and he gave my hands a slight tug, making me groan in pleasure.