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“Such a good fucking girl,” he said, pulling his fingers from me. In seconds, he had a condom on and was sliding into me with such a gentle ease I trembled.

He paused once he sank to the hilt, filling me, stretching me, the burn so damn delicious.

I fisted the sheets, my desire amplified after having him in my mouth, having his hands on me, his teeth, his marks. Pushing back, I started the movement, and his hands flew to my hips.

“I’m fine,” I assured him when he continued to hesitate inside me. “You feel amazing, Gareth. You don’t have to be gentle?—”

He thrust into me, taking firm control as he rocked into me with agonizing slowness, his full, thick length dragging in and out of me with such teasing that my thighs shook.

“Gareth,” I groaned, the shift in pace so different from the fast orgasm he’d delivered moments ago. “Take me,” I said, glancing over my shoulder. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

He smirked, his eyes deliciously lust-hazed as he looked down at me. “I am,” he said, gently smacking my ass.

I fluttered around him.

“You want it harder?” he asked, going slow, the sound of my arousal evident between us.

“Yes!”

He bent over me, his bare chest against my back, his lips at the shell of my ear. “Tell me specifically, Serenity.”

“Fuck me harder, Gareth,” I demanded, a thrill rushing through me at the control he was giving me even with me bent over the bed. I didn’t want him to hold back with me, not now. Not ever.

“Fuck, that mouth,” he said.

“You already did,” I fired back.

I caught his smile over my shoulder before he stood back up, and then he thrust in so quick and hard, I moaned, dropping my head forward as I gripped the sheets.

“Like this?” he asked, upping his pace, his hands clutching my hips.

“Yes, like that,” I answered, pushing back against him with every thrust so we clashed together over and over again.

He went fast and hard, snapping some leash he’d held himself on, and I couldn’t get enough. Pleasure was a sharp edge inside me, Gareth walking me right up to it again and again.

“Fucking perfect,” he groaned, and the sounds of him slamming into me from behind made my clit pulse harder.

Slipping his hand around my hip, he dipped his hands between my thighs again, all while maintaining his pace, and rolled his fingers over my throbbing clit.

I cried out, the combined sensations otherworldly.

“Gareth,” I said, my walls fluttering as my release built.

“Goddamn,” he groaned, pressing down on my clit until I shattered completely around him.

I saw stars, my head dropping to the bed as I came so hard my entire body trembled.

Gareth followed me with his own release, bending over me as we caught our breath.

Just like the night before, he was gentle when pulling out, and then retrieved something to clean me up with. His touch was so tender, so careful. Such a contrast to the way he’d just rocked and marked my body.

I loved it.

Was wholly addicted to it.

To him. To the way I felt more alive and myself than I ever had before when I was with him.

We tumbled into bed, him holding me, showering my bare skin with soft, lazy strokes as we recharged.

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