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The sound of her begging had me gritting my teeth, struggling to get myself under control. It was in that necessary pause that Harlow took matters into her own hands.
Literally.
Her hands slid down, wrenching her underwear to the side and gripping me in her hand.
“Harlow,” I warned.
She tilted her chin up, the light in her eyes such a heated challenge that I felt a quick flash of fire down my spine. She’d be the death of me.
Then she worked herself forward, a tiny rocking motion of her hips as she eased herself onto me, just an inch inside, then another. White noise filled my head, and I damn near blacked out.
Just heat.
Perfect, tight heat.
“Have it your way,” I growled, snatching her hand off me and slamming it onto the bed. I gripped her wrists in one hand, bracing her leg tight against my chest, and in one brutal thrust, I bottomed out completely.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and I almost fucking exploded on the spot, but I held there, unmoving, memorizing the absolute perfection of the viselike tightness of her around me.
Slowly, so slowly, I pulled back and watched her face with greedy desperation, eager to see what this did to her.
Then I snapped my hips forward again, angling up at the very last second.
She sobbed my name, and I lost it.
“Perfect. You are so fucking perfect, Harlow.”
“Ian, right there. Yes. Just like that.” Her hands clutched desperately at my back. “Harder,” she begged. “Please.”
Instead of giving her what she wanted, I slowed the motion of my hips, a decadent rolling, back and forth, slowly enough that my pulse roared and my fingers tingled from the desire to go harder, harder, harder.
But I wanted this to last forever. It was so good, she felt so good, that I forced myself to push both of us to the sharp edge of insanity.
She was right before, because I scraped my teeth over the edge of her jaw and told her all the things I wanted to say. All the words I’d held back until exactly this moment.
That she was beautiful. That I wanted to lick between her legs until she screamed. That I wanted her over me, working herself until she shook. That she was sweet and delicious, and I was addicted. That I’d take her from behind next and go as hard as she can handle.
Harlow surged up, stealing a fierce kiss while she dug her fingernails into my back, dragging them down in lines that had me hissing. The addition of that sharp bite of pain had my muscles screaming to take her exactly as she begged, to split open the universe with what we were able to make each other feel.
Everything that came next was a furious blur of heat and gripping hands, sloppy, biting kisses and dirty whispered words while I took us both into a plane of existence that I’d never come close to before. Nothing else mattered, my entire world distilled into the way she clutched my back, the way she kissed me through each ounce of pleasure I took.
And I did.
It was relentless, and I wanted to live there forever, finding the meaning I’d always been searching for right there in her arms. Each time I sank back inside her, pleasure sparked along the base of my spine, and the relentless drive of my hips had her keening underneath me. The wet slide of her body and the slap of my skin against hers had me gritting my teeth.
“Come on, baby,” I groaned. “Give me another one, Harlow.”
She came once more like that, a burst of sound coming from her mouth that I could hardly define. A tear streaked over her temple, and I licked it off her cheek as I thrust hard, harder, harder. I curled my hands under her shoulders, bracing her body tight to mine while the ball of heat at the base of my spine grew and grew and grew.
When it splintered, I felt it coat my skin in a million tingling pieces, and I shouted her name into her sweat-soaked skin.
Slumped into her arms, we traded sweet kisses as we tried to catch our breath.
“Oh my.” She sighed when I eased out of her and laid a heavy arm over her middle, kissing along the edge of her shoulder. “You’ve been holding out on me, Ian Wilder.”
My body shook with laughter, and I nudged my chin up to kiss her again. “Tell me about it.”
Harlow turned to her side, snuggling into my chest as her legs intertwined with mine. “You’re saying you would’ve done this sooner if I’d told you that my sex skills are magical.”
