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“Yes.”
It was the truest damn word I’d ever spoken.
“Then beg me for it, Princess.”
My gaze, which had been locked on the place where he was touching me, flew up to meet his. His face was contorted with the effort of holding himself back, his eyes so dilated the pupils had nearly overtaken the soft moss-green of his irises.
My heart pounded in my chest, and my tongue darted out to lick my lips as I held his gaze.
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
His cock slipped the barest inch in and out of me again—so close to giving me what I needed, yet so fucking far. It wasn’t enough. Not enough.
My eyes almost rolled back, and I whimpered breathlessly.
“Please, Kace. Please…”
“What, Coralee?” His voice was like sandpaper. “You have to tell me what you want. Then I’ll fucking give it to you.”
“Please. Please. Please.” My voice got louder as I spoke, gaining strength as the last of my barriers broke down completely. “Please, fuck me.”
His expression changed in a heartbeat, as if those words had hit him like a physical force. His chest rose and fell fast as he lifted me into his arms, holding my ass with a strong grip. The head of his cock
found my entrance again, and my entire body braced with anticipation.
“Hold on to me,” he murmured. “Don’t let go.”
I did as he commanded, releasing my skirt and wrapping my arms around his shoulders, burying my face in his neck.
And then he gave me what I wanted.
What I’d begged for.
In one swift motion, he drove into me, slamming me back against the door as he filled me to the hilt. I cried out against the warm, smooth skin of his neck, gulping in breaths of sage scented air as he pulled out and plunged in again.
My back pressed against the door with each hard thrust, and I was sure I would bear the marks of it later, but right now, it didn’t even matter.
This was beyond pain. Beyond pleasure.
It was pure, raw need.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he grunted, and even those words turned me on, making me clamp down around him. “Fuck, Princess. Goddammit.”
He drove into me over and over, as if every bit of rage he had wanted to unleash on Eli was being channeled into this instead. As if he was purging himself of some demon inside the softness of my body.
Noises poured from my throat, even though I pressed my lips hard against his skin, trying to keep myself silent. He fucked me so hard that for a wild moment, it occurred to me that he might get his wish. This door might not ever open again.
Every rough thrust made sensation barrel through me, and my toes curled as I hooked my ankles together, squeezing my legs around him as tightly as I could. When he thrust one last time, slamming me back against the door and grinding his hips against mine, the feel of him pulsing inside me pushed me over the edge, hurling me into the overwhelming bliss of my own orgasm.
He circled his hips over and over, pressing me against the door so hard it was like he was trying to meld our bodies into one, like he was trying to make this moment of ecstasy last forever.
When he finally stopped moving, I pressed my forehead against his. We were both breathing hard, completely spent. But for the first time in a long time, I felt completely relaxed too.
His lips found mine, and this kiss was slow and deep, as if we were savoring each other.
Finally, he pulled out and set me gently back on my feet. He cleaned me up and helped me put myself back together, taking his time with every bit of it, as if he liked this part almost as much as the sex itself.
