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“Nick…what?” she breathed.

She threw her head back as he sucked the bundle of nerves and pressed his fingers inside her. Her eyes fluttered as his tongue swept over them, and she drifted back to sleep.

She moaned and felt him grin against her as he touched her.

The moment she tried to shift her hips, he bit her side of the thigh as punishment. Instead of confronting her with a violent response, he turned her into a puddle of pleasure, as if he knew her body like no one else.

He could have asked her for anything he wanted at that moment, and she would have given it to him.

It was as if her entire body sang in response to the pleasure he had drawn from her. Her moans were rough, and her beast sometimes exhaled with a growl.

He didn’t seem to mind. Her fingers shot out to grasp his hair as he licked her more vigorously. Nick flicked his finger inside her just right.

Her legs felt as if they were made of jelly as her pleasure reached its peak and an intense orgasm washed over her. A growl emanated from her mouth as her legs shook, and she was swamped by pleasure. Following the aftershocks, she felt as if she was floating.

With his hands and mouth, he moved up her body kissing, sucking, and loving every bit of her skin.

There was no doubt in her mind that this male had touched every part of her being and heart. It was as if he was stealing away pieces of her and leaving behind only him.

Taking advantage of the space between her legs, he pulled himself up, pushed them apart, then settled between them. Writhing over him, she felt the length of his body pressing against her.

He thrust into her suddenly. She arched her back and sank onto his length, groaning in pleasure. His arse cheeks clenched under her heels as he drew back.

She moaned every time he thrust into the hilt. He was long and thick enough to hit deep inside her. With shouts of pleasure, her voice filled the room. He groaned with a deep, heavy, male sound, making her beast coo with delight.

It wasn’t long before they developed a rhythm that left both of them panting. Touching her hair, stroking her hips, gently circling her nipples, tightening his grip on her thighs and arse, his hands were everywhere.

There were almost too many sensations, but there were also not enough.

She jerked her hips to meet his, and he swivelled his hips in a way that made her cry. His hands went to her shoulders as he leaned down to take her nipple into his mouth.

She was overwhelmed with emotion, her heart racing and her body trembling. She was unable to contain her response to his touch, the intensity of her pleasure spilling out in a ragged gasp. His gasp only heightened her arousal as she gave in to the sensations flooding her. The words escaped her mouth in short gasps of, “Please!”

His eyes lit up, and she would have told him that it was currently roaring with triumph if he had a beast. “More,” he said, almost growling.

“I can’t,” she sobbed as her flesh grew sensitive.

It touched her in the deepest, darkest parts of her being when he gave that dark chuckle. “Sure, you can. I want to see your face as you unravel beneath me.”

Why did she catch her breath when she heard those words? She wanted to say she couldn’t do it again, but her body obeyed. It tingled with a rush of sensation. She was overwhelmed by him, and her body reacted to it instinctively. It almost sounded like her beast roaring in approval with low, smooth rumblings.

Smoothly he reached between them and traced across her belly and hips until he reached between her legs. His hips moved with a strong, steady rhythm, sending pleasure coursing through her body. His touch was firm but gentle, and it felt like he was sending a wave of pleasure through her with each passing movement.

Her neck muscles strained, and this time, only a small gasping cry could be heard from her as she orgasmed again. His body stiffened as he finished inside her, and he let out a long groan

Finally, she slumped into bed, her breathing becoming rapid, and she was completely exhausted.

Still above her, Nick dropped his mouth and kissed her shoulder before falling to his back and pulling her over his body. Harper listened to the pounding of his heart as she lay on his chest. He stroked her back and felt it glide up and down as if he couldn’t keep his hands off her.

She had missed out on enjoying this from Moon’s beginning and felt like kicking herself for being so slow.

Her disappointment wasn’t caused by missing out on the physical side of things but by the intimacy between them.

She let out an amused chuckle as she laughed. It was low and breathless, but still, she chuckled.

His hand stopped on her lower back, and he asked, “Why are you laughing?”

“I’m happy,” she answered.

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