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The breathy gasp that entwined itself around the moan was enough to make me want to be inside her.
But not yet. Not yet.
I rolled us so she was on her back. I needed to know she wasn’t bullshitting me because she was horny.
The naughty girl had tried to con me several times when she sure as hell hadn’t been ready for more, so I knew I needed to keep an eye on her.
However, there was no flash of pain. No darkening of her eyes as she absorbed the strain on her wound.
She truly was feeling better.
Even as relief flooded me, the need to care for her warred with the need to let myself go.
I wasn’t a good man.
I never would be.
And with her?
She tempted all the bad inside me. Even though I wanted her pure and untouched, I wanted to tempt her to fall with me and me alone.
On her back, her tits began jiggling as her breathing sped up. She knew what was happening, knew it and wanted it. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, the nails digging into my skin, and she parted her legs, spreading them so I could settle between them. Skin to skin.
We both groaned as my cock settled against her wet cunt, and when she rocked her hips up, rubbing herself against me, I let her. I allowed the move because I knew it would drive her insane before it worked its magic on me.
After a handful of seconds, her nails dug harder into the balls of my shoulders, and a frustrated groan escaped her parted lips as she ground out, “Move! Please. Please.”
I smirked at her, keeping my weight off her by propping my fists on either side of her head.
“That’s what I like to hear. My girl begging.”
Her pupils dilated before sliding into tiny pinpricks. She was a junkie for my cock, and I didn’t want her any other way.
I could almost see the creature inside her respond to my words, the beast of her own that needed to be possessed by me. That wanted to be spanked and fucked, used and tormented by me and only me.
She was mine as I was hers.
Forever.
An idea bloomed to life at the back of my mind, but that was for another time. Another place.
“Do you want my cock, Aoife?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“How badly do you want it?”
“Like I need my next breath.”
I tutted. “And what if I took that next breath?” I asked slyly, reaching down to cup her throat. Gently, I squeezed, placing pressure there to restrict the flow of air.
Her eyes widened a second before she tilted her head back, giving herself to me, giving me everything she had to give.God, this woman.
I wasn’t rough with her, not with this. Within my hand, I held her very life, and she didn’t shy away from it. Didn’t tense or tighten up.
Shifting on the bed, taking some of my weight on my knees, I reached for one of her hands and motioned so she could cup my throat too.
“The air I breathe,” I whispered as those slender fingers gripped me, “belongs to you.”
