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“Are you ready to come for me, sweetheart?”

Pulsing, ecstatic tremors raced over her flesh as his fingers thrust inside her, twisted, stroked, and sent curling, lightning-sharp spikes of pleasure tearing through her.

She ached, she burned.

“Please. ” Her head thrashed against the leather seat. “Zeke, please, I can’t stand this. ”

It was too much; it wasn’t enough. Her pussy clenched on his fingers, her clit throbbed.

Sensation swirled and struck with brutal pleasure, and more of her silken juices spilled onto Zeke’s fingers as her chest tightened at the emotions tearing through her.

Staring into his eyes, she watched him grimace, watched his gaze become heavy, his expression twisting with emotions she couldn’t decipher. But she saw the pleasure in his eyes. She saw the desperate lust, and she saw a painful need that struck an answering chord inside her.

There was a restlessness in his eyes, a flame that wouldn’t be doused. She knew, because she felt it in her own soul.

“Are you going to fuck me or tease me to death, Sheriff?” she drawled breathlessly, teasingly as she let a hand stroke over his as he gripped the thick stalk of his erection.

Her fingers trailed lower, her thumb caressing over the ultrasensitive head of his cock, and she smiled as it flexed beneath her touch.

“Touch yourself. ” His voice hardened. “Stroke your clit. I want to feel you coming against my fingers. ”

Her lashes drifted over her eyes as weakening need and pleasure surged hard and fast inside her.

Memories, she reminded herself as her other hand moved slowly, touching her stomach first, then trailing to the sensitive mound of her pussy.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, his voice rasping in his throat. “Let me watch you, Rogue.

Show me how you pleasure yourself when you think of me. ”

“So certain I’m thinking of you?” she questioned a second before her breath caught.

His fingers pushed inside her, thrusting hard and deep as her fingers glanced over her clit.

“I know you think of me,” he stated harshly. “I know, Rogue, because I think of you.

When I’m alone in my bed jacking off, it’s your face I see, your touch I feel. ”

Her sex spasmed, her womb clenched, the surge of sensation like a punch of pleasure to her system. The explicit words were sexier, more erotic than she had ever imagined they would be.

“Damn, look how sweet,” he crooned as she stroked her clit. “You make my mouth water for a taste of your sweet pussy, Rogue. You make me ache for it. ”

“Then take it. ” Her thumb stroked over the head of his cock as she felt a small bead of dampness form there. “Take me, Zeke. Don’t you know I belong to you?”

She couldn’t hide from him. She couldn’t stop the words from spilling from her lips. She did belong to him. Just as in her heart, he belonged to her as well.

“Damn you. ” He came over her, his big body blotting out the light of the moon.

His lips caught one tight, hard nipple between them and sucked it into his mouth as he tucked the head of his cock against her entrance. One hand gripped her hip, the other brushed her fingers away before he caught her wrist and drew it over her head.

Holding her hand to the seat he pushed his other hand beneath her rear, lifted her, and surged inside.

Heat slammed through her vagina. A stroke of pure, carnal sensation burned through her body as she arched her back and cried out his name.

She was stretching for him; brutal pleasure was whipping through the nerve endings just under the flesh that surrounded the thick flesh he had pushed into her.

Pulling back, he paused, his tongue lashing at her nipple before he heaved inside her, pushing deeper, stretching her farther.

Rogue felt the fingers of her free hand latch onto the side of the seat, nails digging into the leather as she wrapped her legs around his back and lifted closer. She wanted all of him inside her. She wanted to hold him there for eternity and never know a moment that he didn’t fill her.

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