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He breaks away and looks at me. His hair stands up in all directions, and his lips are swollen and slick.
“You, okay?” His voice rough and low, those giant hands coming up to cradle my face.
Understatement of a lifetime, but I find my voice. “I’m so far beyond okay.”
He laughs, but there’s an edge to it. “Glad to hear it.” His thumb brushes my cheek, weirdly gentle for a man who just tried to break the laws of physics with his mouth.
His body settles over mine, all heat and weight and pure muscle, and I can feel every rock-hard inch of him.
I squirm, and he grinds down into me, and I nearly lose consciousness. He fumbles for a second, then lines his cock up at my wet opening and pushes in, barely, just the head.
Oh my god. Holyholymoly.
My hands scramble for purchase and my nails rake his shoulders. My eyes roll back in my head as my mind goes blank.
“Mia,” he growls out, “fuck, baby, you feel so good. So tight.”
He pushes the rest of the way in, slow but relentless. Stretching me, filling me, the kind of perfect burn that has my back arching off the sheets.
He’s big, physics-defying big and my girly bits are going to be sore tomorrow. God. I look forward to it.
He braces both hands on either side of my head, sweat dripping down his temple, jaw clenched like he’s holding back for me. “Please.” I manage to moan.
He starts to move, and electricity flows down my spine. Slow at first, rolling his hips, grinding against me like he wants to drag out every second. Then faster, pounding into me with this need that’s beyond physical.
Every thrust shoves me higher up the mattress and I hold on for dear life.
He grinds deep and I arch so hard my spine almost snaps. “Oh my god,” I pant, legs clamping around his waist, digging my heels into the small of his back just to keep him as close as humanly possible.
His hands bracket my head, huge and warm, and he lowers his lips to my ear. His breath is pure fire.
“Look at me,” he growls.
I do. I can barely see straight, but I do. His gaze pins me down, heavy and sharp, like he could fuse us together with just his will. Every damn thrust is like being set on fire in the best possible way.
The edge builds, burns, coils so tight I almost sob.
He goes faster, hips pistoning into me with purpose, but there’s this weird tenderness, too. Like he wants to absolutely ruin me but also hold me together at the same time. I can’t even process it. My mind is blown.
My hands tangle in his hair. His mouth finds my throat. He bites and kisses, sucking a mark into the skin until I shiver.
“Mine,” he grits, low and raw, every part of his body insisting on it. “All fucking mine.”
Stars detonate behind my eyes. The world shrinks to nothing but us and the pounding rhythm of his body in mine.
The next thing I know, an orgasm slams into me like I’m getting hit by a truck. I cry out and the sound echoes around the room. My whole body seizes, nails clawing at his back, legs shaking like I just ran a marathon.
Mick groans, ragged and desperate, and slams in one, two, three more times and then he lets go, jaw clenched, face buried in my shoulder, every inch of him shaking with the force of it.
For a minute, there’s nothing but the ragged sound of his breathing and my whimpering echoing off the walls.
He flops down next to me, but not all the way. He tucks me into his side, still half on top, his arms tight around my waist like he’s afraid I might just disappear. “Wow.” I breathe against his warm skin.
“You can say that again.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
MICK
