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Shit.

So did he.

That brutal, frantic pace of theirs was familiar to him now. The knowledge that he wouldn’t be able to get enough of her urging him on faster, and harder. Right along with the demands of more, more, more from August, too.

He bunched that shirt of his she wore in a fist, pulling it taut so her naked skin was flush against him. His other found the underside of her throat, so he could tilt her head back and stare into her face as he fucked her harder. Like this, he could feel all those shivers wracking her body, and the sounds rumbling from within before she even let them loose.

And he could see her.

See that pleasure.

See his name come out of her mouth.

See her.

That alone was enough to get him off. There was something about the way she looked like this, and how privileged he felt to have her give it to him. To trust him enough to let him do it at all.

He’d never thought about sex that way before.

Not that deep.

And that’s when he realized this was more.

“Beni,” she breathed.

He knew already.

“You gonna come for me?”

Her high whine answered him back.

“Fucking give it to me, then.”

She did.

And that was beautiful, too.

He enjoyed the sight of her coming apart like that just long enough for her to catch her breath before she was demanding the same of him.

To come.

To please, come in me.

His control was gone.

He saw stars when he came.

Goddamn.

Beni licked the remaining powdered sugar from the tips of August’s fingers as she shivered, a pleased sigh falling from her plush lips that had him wanting to kiss her again. Hell, he could and would spend the rest of his life happily doing exactly that.

Kissing this woman.

Touching her.

Being with her.

All of it.