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His heart thundered so hard in his chest, each beat urging him to just fucking take her; a rhythm demanding he fuck her until neither of them could see straight, and his sleep would be a blissful and dreamless from being spent with her.

He didn’t, though.

Couldn’t.

Not when he enjoyed the sight of her like this, too.

Cella let out a hard breath, those blue eyes of hers wide and locked on his as she seated down on him entirely. “Oh, my God …”

He kept holding her in place on him, even when her hips shifted like she was trying to get friction between them. “How bad do you want it, Cella?”

“Marcus, please … just move, or—”

“Do you feel that sweet pussy of yours trying to flex around me. But you’re so full, my sweet girl. Don’t you feel that?”

Her hips grinding against him faster, but he let her have that. Not much more, though.

“You’re going to ride me until you come,” he told her, “while I stuff your ass full of my fingers, and then you’re going to fuck me dry. What do you think about that?”

Her lips parted, pink and swollen from his kiss. “I want that.”

Marcus loosened his hold enough to let her move more; to fuck him wild until she saw stars and whispered his name like a prayer. “Fuck me, then.”

Her lips crashed down on his as she did what he demanded of her. The rhythm of her hips rising and falling against his had her panting into his kiss within seconds. She knew exactly what she wanted and needed to get off on him, and her determination in getting that only made him hotter.

Marcus’s hand on her ass slid down between her thighs as his other grabbed tightly to her hip. He gathered the wetness she left at the base of his cock to slide up to her ass while their tongues lashed together. He teased the tip of his fingers against the tight ring of muscles as her movements came faster on top of him. He worked at her ass until his fingers slipped in easily, and he could match the pace of her rhythm with his own. When she’d fill her pussy with his cock, he’d pull his fingers out of her ass. And as she came off of him, he’d shove those fingers in deep until she was moaning hard into his mouth.

“Right there, oh my, God, Marcus, right there, please …”

“Give it to me, come on, amour, look at me.”

She did.

Still wide-eyed.

Wildness in the baring of her teeth.

Truth on her lips.

“I love you,” she breathed.

The air came out of his chest hard.

“Say it again,” he whispered.

“I love you, Marcus.”

He kissed her hard, promising those words right back to her as her movements came to a stilted halt and a low, broken cry accompanied the quaking of her orgasm.

“Love you,” he murmured, his own control gone from the clenching of her inner muscles. Not that he intended to follow her so fast, but nothing felt better in that second than emptying his balls while he held this woman deep on his cock with those words on his tongue. “I love you, Cella.”

His air wouldn’t come.

Didn’t move through his chest no matter how hard he tried.

Cella licked her lips, her gaze a little hazy before he kissed her again. “I felt you come.”

“Give me a few minutes, and you’re going to feel it again.”