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I dragged the tip of my tongue up to the fine chain she wore. The costume jewelry from the night before was in little pieces on my floor. But this? The lightweight chain held a tiny gold cross that hung at that little dip in her clavicle and had distracted me since the first day I’d seen her. No destroying that. It was as sacred as her skin. A talisman of the good girl I knew was her very foundation. The woman who had kept this little piece of her childhood close. It reminded me to cherish her even when she drove me insane.
I skipped across her slim shoulders and found a few scrapes from my teeth and beard. Marks she wore because I couldn’t stop tasting her even when they ended in brands.
Maybe a normal man would be horrified, but I wasn’t. I wanted her striped w
ith my love bruises.
I slid my hand down to cup between her legs. The feather-light curls were already wet for me. Always wet for me. I nudged her over me until she was splayed out across my chest, wide open for me. Her ass grinding against my steel-hard dick.
She came awake with a start, bowing up off my chest with a groan just as I slipped two fingers inside her. Instantly, our hips were in time. She set the tempo of my relentless, driving beat.
She reached behind her head to find me, her long, strong fingers going right for my hair. “Cooper.”
My dick hardened even more at the sweet sigh of my name on her lips.
My other hand raced up her belly to her shuddering ribs, then to her breast. The heavy curve of her fit my hand perfectly. I wanted to go slow, to show her care, but I was already gone.
Her slick pussy sucked my fingers deeper as she opened her legs to give me everything. Peaches and pine and her alluring more primal scent threatened to drown me, but I didn’t care. I’d cheerfully die this way.
I ground my hips up against her ass, aching to slide inside of her.
Last night had been the first time I’d gone without a condom. I wanted her just this way, slick and hot around me with no barriers.
She maneuvered herself lower until my shaft was between her legs, brushing against my hand. “Inside me.”
I grinned into her neck. She was going to kill me. “Not yet.” I ground my palm against the top of her pussy. I couldn’t see what the hell I was doing around the forest of red curls in my face, but I knew her body already. I could get her off like this, without even making direct contact with her tight little clit.
I wanted to watch her, hear her, taste her as she melted down around me, but I needed to extend the torture a little more. Even if I was being tortured as well.
She reached down as if to help.
“Nuh-uh. Hands up and put them behind my head.”
“Yours? You do realize how short I am?’ She gasped even as she reached back eagerly.
“Stretch that delicious body of yours. I know you can do it.” I nipped her neck and added a third finger.
Her nails bit into my neck as she undulated against me. With each twist of her hips, my dick got wetter as she flowed through my fingers. “So fucking ready for me. So wet for me.”
“Yes. For anything. Please.” Her voice was husky and broken.
“Hold onto me.” I pinched her nipple, and then slid my hand up to her neck and held her down against me. Her head slid slightly to my shoulder and gave me more access to her throat and ear. I nipped her lobe. “Tighter.”
Her nails dug into my neck and scraped my shoulders as she strained up.
Her pulse fluttered under my hand as I tightened my hold just a little more until she groaned out my name, slipping into a scream as I finger-fucked her and rubbed my cock against the flesh just below my fingers, grinding along the cleft of her ass until she was mindless.
“Teagan,” I growled into her ear and nearly came with her, but I wanted inside of her.
Needed to pound into her.
I rolled us both over, so she was on her stomach. And then, with one stroke, I was inside.
Into the darkness and bliss that was Teagan’s sweet pussy.
I nailed her into the mattress, the pace rocketing and erratic. I couldn’t control myself or the driving need to own and brand.
I reared up on my knees and gripped her hips, arrowing inside her again and again. Her soft, pale flesh was so fragile compared to my tanned, roughened hands.
