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“Give it to me,” she panted against his mouth. “I want you.”
A wicked grin spread across his face. “I know.”
“Bully.”
“Spoiled brat.” His eyes were black again. She recognized that look on his face—the exhaustion lining his features, the tension in his jaw.
She reached up to touch the sharp angle of his cheekbone. “You’re having a Surge,” she whispered.
“I’ll be careful,” he said, breathless. There was a hint of hesitation in his words, but it was overshadowed by his need. “I promise.”
“You say that as if you’ve done something wrong.”
“I’ll always be careful with you,” he said. “I take care of everything I love.” He positioned himself at her entrance, lifting up her thigh to open her up. “And it’s you that I love.”
He pushed himself inside of her with one swift movement, the sudden intrusion causing her to gasp aloud.
“You like that?” he breathed.
“Yes.” Her voice sounded as desperate as she felt.
“Good girl.” He started fucking her. Hard. Hands gripping her hips, fingertips digging in. She pushed back against him with every thrust, deepening each of his movements. Every movement was so forceful she felt him in her stomach.
Again and again and again, they met each other, the skin of her ass slapping against his thighs. It was so good. She’d wanted this for what felt like so long, she could hardly take it. She wanted more. Wanted him to fuck her until she couldn’t walk.
“Hold on,” Darien said, breathing heavily. “I want to see you.”
He pulled out of her, leaving her cold with his absence, and positioned her so that her back was against the shelf. He grabbed her around the backs of her thighs and hefted her up, sheathing himself inside her at the same time, making her gasp again. Gasp, and moan. She would never get over that feeling, would never get over him.
“This is so bad,” she whispered, crying out as he thrusted deep, filling her up until she swore she would burst.
“You know you like it,” he crooned. “Don’t you?”
“No,” she lied.
Darien saw through it. “You really are a little brat,” he growled, picking up speed, going deeper than ever with every thrust, not slowing, not lessening. And she was glad for it. She didn’t want gentle sex; she wanted hard fucking, wanted to claw at him until their souls were tangled together as one, and she could tell that he wanted it too. A book fell off the shelf, and he swatted it away in midair before it could hit her on the head. “Did you miss me?”
The truth bubbled to the tip of her tongue, but she decided to lie instead. Baiting him, knowing he would only give her more for it. His punishments were also her reward. “No,” she squeezed out.
“Liar.” The word was a soft snarl. He lowered his mouth to the space between her neck and shoulder. She shivered when she felt his teeth graze her skin. “And you know I don’t like that word.” He planted a kiss on that sensitive spot, sucking on her skin, turning it red. “Did you think about me when you touched yourself?” His nose brushed along her neck as he kissed the hollow at the base of her throat. “When you fucked yourself like the naughty little brat that you are?”
“No.” But she had. When she was in her dorm room alone one night, she’d thought of him. He was all she thought about, even long before they’d started dating and she had spent her weekends just down the hallway from him. On one of those nights, she had dared to give herself release under his roof, but she had worried the whole time that he might catch her touching herself to the thought of him. But it had also been a fantasy of hers, a filthy fantasy that he would spot her through the walls with his Sight. He would come into her suite, take her hand out from between her legs, pin her down on the bed…and fuck her breathless.
“You’re a liar,” Darien growled, deepening his thrusts to the point of pain. A pain so good, it made her body shudder, her insides quivering with every blow. “What do you want, Loren? Tell me.”
“You,” she gasped. “You’re all I’ll ever want.”
“Thank fuck.” And then he was fucking her faster, books thumping and knocking together with every thrust.
The minutes sped by as they fucked each other, neither of them holding back. The kissing was soon turning into biting, teeth nearly drawing blood. Her hands were up his shirt, nails clawing his back, her legs squeezing his waist. She never wanted this to be over, never wanted to be separated from him again.
“I can feel your pussy clenching,” he said, his breath coasting across her mouth, her lips raw and rosy from all the kissing. “You going to come for me, sweetheart?” His movements sped up, and she groaned. “Come on, baby—” He thrusted hard. Again. And again. And again. “I want to fucking feel it—”
Release found her, so intense she nearly blacked out. Darien kissed her hard as he pumped inside her, again and again, drawing out her orgasm until she could hardly breathe.
“Perfect,” he growled, watching her with a gaze that devoured. When he bent his head to kiss her neck, he whispered against her skin, so quietly she could hardly hear the words, “I want you so badly, Loren.”
“You have me,” she gasped, confused.
