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“Fucked someone in the woods?”

I don’t even know why I’m asking. His past sex life isn’t my business, but I can’t help myself.

He chuckles. “No. You’re my first.”

He means first in the woods, right? Not like first ever? That would be pretty damn amazing. But a guy like him has definitely had his share of women.

“I guess that makes me special.” My words catch on a whimper.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” His lips skim the side of my neck before he withdraws his fingers and frees his cock from his pants.

He drags the swollen crown through my wetness, and a moan slips from me.

“I feel pretty flattered right now. Look how hard you are for me.” Reaching back, I wrap my fingers around the base.

He mutters a curse and knocks my hand away, then buries himself inside me with one brutal stroke, filling me so completely my eyes roll back. My pussy clamps around him, greedily drawing him deeper.

I brace myself against the seat as he sets a punishing rhythm, withdrawing nearly to the tip before snapping forward again, determined to prove this is all we are. Two bodies giving in to the hunger between us.

He grunts when I arch into him and push my ass into his cock, wanting it harder. His hand stiffens in my hair while the wet slap of our bodies echoes through the trees. He gives me no reprieve, pounding into me faster as he strums my clit.

“Oh God, yes…” A cry breaks from me as pleasure blurs everything around me.

But he only fucks me rougher, leaving me no room to breathe.

It feels like I’m floating. I don’t ever want this to end.

When his fingers circle my clit again, my body gives in to him completely, my orgasm ripping through me until all I can do is hold on and take it. With a ragged groan, he seats himself fully inside me, his lips closing over my neck as his release pulses deep.

When he goes motionless, his touch remains between my thighs. Rather than withdrawing, he continues stroking my clit in slow circles until the overstimulation has me squirming, each nerve raw from what he just wrung out of me.

“I-I can’t again,” I gasp, shaking against him. “It’s too much.”

His laugh rumbles along my spine before one sharp flick makes me cry out. My fingers clamp around his forearm, and the savage noise he makes sends another rush of arousal through me.

“You can. Give me one more.”

He captures both wrists behind my back, then pushes two fingers inside me, relentless now, leaving me no choice but to surrender. The tension between our families and the constant fight to deny whatever is happening between us disappears until nothing exists beyond him.

Pleasure builds beneath his touch again, winding tighter with every pass of his fingers until another climax hovers within reach. My body sags against him, my head resting on his chest. When I tip my face upward, he’s already watching me, those dark eyes drawing me deeper into whatever this is. His free arm bands around my waist and brings me flush against him while his touch turns rougher, nearly merciless.

“Ty chto-to so mnoy delaesh…i mne eto ne nravitsya,” he rasps, the words sounding almost tortured, and I wish I understood them.

Before I can ask what they meant, he lifts me and places me backward on the bike seat. Urgency overtakes him as he removes my boots, drags my jeans away, and strips every barrier between us before lowering himself in front of me.

“What are you⁠—”

The question dies when his mouth closes over my pussy. His lips suck my clit as he pushes two fingers inside me, working them with devastating precision while staring up at me. I brace myself on one elbow and bury my other hand in his hair, gripping hard as pleasure tears through me and leaves me shaking beneath his mouth. He groans against my core, ravenous for the taste of me, and the vibration rolls through my body until my arm nearly gives out.

“Anton…” I grind against his mouth, barely registering the unforgiving bike seat beneath me.

His hands clamp around my thighs as he devours me with a hunger that borders on punishment. His tongue drags from my clit to my entrance, pushing inside before returning to work me again. Then his lips seal around my clit and suck harder.

My back arches as another orgasm tears through me, fiercer than the first. “Oh fuck…yes!”

He doesn’t stop. His mouth stays on me through every aftershock, my fingers knotted in his hair as he prolongs the pleasure until I’m boneless beneath him, barely able to keep my grip. Only then does he raise his head. He presses unhurried kisses along the insides of my thighs before straightening to his full height.

As he tucks himself back into his jeans with rough, impatient movements, his gaze travels over me in the glow of the bike’s headlight. When his eyes return to my face, the muscles in his neck flex as he struggles to regain control.