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God, he was breathtaking when he was this primal and completely lost to his desire…for me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and I moaned against his lips as he kissed me.

Tasting myself on his tongue just made me even more frantic to feel him inside me.

Connected to me.

Claiming me.

Satisfying the voracious need we had for each other.

“Fuck me, Dylan,” I demanded the moment he ended the erotic embrace. “Now. Right now.”

I couldn’t wait another second.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and I watched the tense expression on his face as he rasped impatiently, “Condom.”

“I’m on birth control, and I’m clean, Dylan. Are you?” I asked, air sawing in and out of my lungs so fast that I couldn’t catch my breath.

“Yes,” he answered huskily. “Are you sure?”

I threaded my hands in his hair. “I trust you if you trust me. I’ve never let a guy have sex with me without a condom except for my husband, so maybe we—”

“Should do it,” Dylan said as he found my entrance with the tip of his cock.

All thoughts of backing down on my suggestion flew out of my head.

After what he’d been through, it had suddenly occurred to me that Dylan might not want to leave himself open for an unwanted pregnancy.

Obviously, I’d thought…wrong. Apparently, he trusted me, which was pretty miraculous considering his history.

“Yes,” I murmured as Dylan buried himself to his balls inside me. “Oh God, you’re so…big.”

The way he stretched my inner muscles didn’t hurt. It was a quick discomfort that faded away fairly quickly.

“Is that good or bad?” he asked, his voice strained but not moving a muscle. “Fuck! You’re so damn tight, sweetheart, and not using a condom is intense.”

“First time?” I asked.

“Yes,” he affirmed tersely, his body tight.

“It’s good, Dylan. So. Damn. Good. Fuck me,” I demanded.

The moment he knew I was okay, he began to move, and the two of us got lost in a frenzied rhythm that neither one of us could slow down.

I lifted my hips, meeting every surge of his hips to take him deeper.

Harder.

Faster.

The way he took me was primitive.

Primal.

Sensual.

Wanton.

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