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I gripped one of his thighs with my free hand, urging him to move in and out as he pleased.
He groaned, gently pulling out of my mouth. “You want me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, angel?”
I nodded, licking my lips as I caught my breath.
“Open up.”
The demand sent a razor-sharp thrill of pleasure straight down my spine.
I obeyed, and the look in his eyes as he slid his cock into my mouth?
It was my undoing.
Because I might’ve been taking orders from him and absolutely loving it, but the look he gave me told me I was the one holding all the power here.
I opened wider, and he slid in and out, pumping into me like he had last night. I whimpered, my entire body sparking to life with each thrust, each tightening grasp in my hair as he lost himself to the way it felt. His eyes stayed on me, watching, gauging every reaction. I dug my nails into his thighs, letting him know how much I was enjoying this, being this for him, being wanted by him this much.
God, I loved it.
Gareth groaned, pulling out quickly.
“Up,” he demanded.
I rose to my feet, and he untied the sash on my robe, prying it open, his eyes raking over every inch of my bare skin.
“So many pretty places I can mark,” he said, looking at me. “Which spot do you want me to mark first, angel?”
I shivered with anticipation, then pointed to my breast. The mark he’d left there a week ago had faded.
“Again?”
“I want it back,” I said.
A low growl rumbled from his chest, and it was his turn to drop to his knees, giving him the perfect angle to suck?—
“Oh!” I gasped, bracing my hands on his broad shoulders as he sucked on a tender patch of skin on my breast, the pain-laced pleasure zapping through me like a lightning bolt.
He pulled back, admiring his work, and I did too. Adrenaline made my head spin at the sight of the red mark, his mark. Warmth pooled between my thighs, and as if he could sense it, he slid his hand between them, stroking through my wetness.
“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I said, gasping as he dipped his head lower, licking up my slit.
I almost lost my balance, but one second he was on his knees and the next he was standing before me. He spun me around, walking me toward the bed before he bent me over the side.
“Mmm,” he murmured, sliding his hand along my spine in smooth, possessive touches. “Your perfect at every angle,” he said, his hand gliding around my hip and between my thighs.
“Gareth,” I gasped as he slid two fingers inside me, pumping rapidly as he dug the heel of his palm into my aching clit. There was no slow edging this time, only brutally beautiful pleasure that built and built with every thrust of his fingers, his teeth grazing my back as he bent over me. “I want you,” I begged, rocking against his hand.
“Don’t worry,” he said into my ear. “That slick pussy will get my cock the second you come on my fingers.”
Damn, when he talked to me like that, I felt wild.
I felt unhinged.
I felt?—
He curled his fingers, pressing against my throbbing clit with the perfect amount of pressure to set off a chain reaction that had me convulsing, a moan ripping from my lips as my orgasm tore through me.
