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"Haley," I groaned, heaving for breath like I'd run a marathon. I slammed my hips up again and watched her mouth fall open. "Beautiful, honey, I'm not gonna last."
"I don't care," she replied, some of that rage oozing from her soul into her voice when she added, "Tell me if I hurt you."
"I wouldn't stop you if you killed me," I replied honestly, gripping her hips as she slid up and down my cock, the friction and searing heat making my skin tight over my bones. When she rippled around me, I bit my bottom lip, gripping her hips tighter.
She began to pant as she rode me, and my eyes hungrily devoured every sign of her pleasure—eyelids heavy over her smoky eyes, her mouth parted, a flush moving down her neck to her chest, her movements faster, sharper, desperate.
I couldn't take her lips not being on mine a moment longer; I grabbed rough hold of her hair and dragged her mouth to mine, sucking her tongue the second she opened for me. Her soft cry tasted like pure victory and blinding relief. She was mine; she wanted me. She wasn't rejecting me. She was claiming me.
I went weak when she fought for control of our kiss, teeth snaring my bottom lip and pressing indentations into me. A desperate sound formed in my chest, and I managed to trap it there until she drew blood. Fuck.
"You're mine, Wynvail. No one gets to hurt what's mine."
My breathing cut out for a second. My cock went fucking wild inside her, pleasure boiling in my balls until I was pretty sure my eyes crossed.
"Haley. Shit. I'm so close, I can't—"
She was ruining me. Killing me. And I loved every second.
My whole body tightened, everything so much more intense than when I touched myself. Fucking hell.
"Say it," she ordered, somehow stealing control from me. I shook.
"I'm yours," I panted, digging my nails into her hip, pulling her hair to haul her back to my lips. I needed to kiss her. I needed to own her. I needed her to own me.
I forgot she could feel my frantic desperation through the bond until she pressed her chest to mine, her skin scalding, boobs so fucking soft, heart beating so hard I felt it against my own. Fuck, she was burning up, and her hips moved faster, slamming into mine.
"I know," she soothed, fingers stroking through my hair, scraping my scalp until my back arched. "I know you need to come, Wyn. Stop fighting it."
"Oh shit."
My whole body strained against her, and I locked my arms around her back, keeping her flush to me as pleasure clawed itself through my body. The next time she dropped her ass against my hips, her pussy gripped me all the way to the hilt, a choked sound ripped from my chest, and I came so hard my face went numb.
Her high, breathy cry was my only warning before she found her own release, and this time I really did go cross eyed when her pussy clenched around me. She squeezed me over and over until I could do nothing to fight it, and I just kept coming, filling her to the brim and giving her more cum when it spilled out of her.
My legs shook, and that might have been embarrassing if little twitches didn't run through Haley, too, her pussy clamping down around me with every tremor through her body.
"Fuck," she grunted, squirming on my lap when I throbbed inside her, a last drop of cum squeezed from me. "I can—oh god, I can feel your orgasm. It's killing me, Wyn."
"Likewise, honey," I panted, gripping her tighter, pressing her closer. I could only breathe again when her pussy stopped fluttering around me, my climax leaving me limp and weak. I rested my head against the sofa arm and groaned. "Shit, Haley."
She laughed. Cruel minx.
"You like ruining me, do you?"
She propped herself up on my chest and fluttered her eyelashes at me. "Maybe."
Her lips feathered across my throat and under my chin, and a long breath slipped from me, stealing all the stress from my body, soothing my fight or flight instincts for the first time in … I wasn't sure how long. Maybe my entire existence. Had I ever felt at peace before?
"My temperature's dropping," she murmured, a bright flash of shock and disbelief going through the bond.
"Mm?"
"Wane thinks—" She shook her head, sitting back but not lifting herself from my cock. Keeping us connected. My heart fluttered. "It's crazy, but he thinks I'm—" She bit her lips.
"Thinks what?" I coaxed, trailing soft touches along her thighs.
"He thinks I'm—in a mating cycle."
