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She circled me like a predator, her eyes trailing heat as she moved. Her breathing was ragged, even though she was trying to hide it.

“You’re everything I dreamed, Johnny,” she said, her voice holding a lilt of laughter. “And so much more in real life.”

We both knew that what happened in her shadow world was just as real as what would happen out here, but that didn’t change the fact that I wanted so badly to touch her for real, not floating in a world of her mind’s creation.

I grunted when she lightly trailed her fingers along the muscles of my back. She came around to face me, moving two fingers up and over my shoulder, down my chest to circle my nipple. My cock wept pre-cum but I didn’t make the first move.

She grinned, pulled her hand away, then took a step back.

Like a magnet drawn to metal, I followed her, taking a step in her direction, only for her to raise her finger again then wag it at me. “Nah-uh, eyes only.”

She stood just outside the shower, steam billowing around her like she was a goddess.

My eyes were glued to her, waiting, hardly breathing, my dick hard, my balls tight.

She hooked her thumbs to the waistband of her shorts then slowly began to wiggle them over her hips, giving me a glimpse of tanned, plush skin I’d only ever seen in her dreams. I licked my lips. She slid her shorts down farther, revealing that she wore no panties, something I’d suspected but could only fantasize about. I clenched then unclenched my fists, pumping my fingers tightly to keep myself from ripping her clothes off myself.

She turned her back to me as she slipped her shorts down farther, her ass on display. My mouth watered, my heart thundered and I growled. “Woman, you’re going to murder me with that ass.”

A saucy grin over her shoulder was enough to kill me. She whipped up, her tank top coming off in one smooth sweep, followed closely by her bra, both landing on my cock, her bra dangling for a half a second of torture before I tossed it off then went for her.

She was laughing as she ran into the shower, already turning to embrace me as I rammed into her, taking her up in my arms and crushing my body against hers.

She moaned when I kissed her, thrusting my tongue deep, my hands on her ass, lifting her so her back was pressed against the shower wall.

“Johnny,” she moaned.

I kissed along her jaw, down her throat, over the mark of my bite, pride wrapping itself around my heart. She wrapped her legs over my hips, hooking her ankles at my back, yanking me so close that my dick nestled against her pussy.

“Don’t make me wait.” She yanked my head up, meeting my eyes with determination. “Fuck me, Johnny.”

There was no way I’d deny her now. I took her lips as I drilled her pussy, pushing my way into her sweet cushion.

“Yes!” she raked her nails down my back, spurring me to go deeper, harder.

There was no way this would last long—not the first round, anyway.

I’d waited too long.

And it seemed that Charlie had the same problem.

Her pussy quivered against my cock, squeezing as her orgasm rose, coaxing mine to creep like wildfire into my balls, along my shaft. I bellowed my release, spewing cum into Charlie like I was marking her.

She arched into me, her legs shaking, her pussy spasming, taking my thrusts with small grunts that drove me wild.

“Johnny,” she sighed, “I want more.”

I let her legs down slowly, holding her up against my body. “Your wish is my command, my queen.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

You came to me with fury and fire.

You came to me with sorrow.

You came to me with a look in your eyes that crushed my soul.

“I want you, Charlie, more than I can bear,” you say, your mouth full of fangs, your instincts battling for purchase, torment swirling the amber of your eyes. “This isn’t the way it’s supposed to happen.”

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