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“Asshole,” I shot back.
The insult earned me a wicked smirk. “Tell me more.”
“You’re cocky, and infuriatingly patient,” I said, my throat constricting a bit as he pulled out of me, almost completely. I took an unsteady breath in as he stayed there, his eyes closed and his expression one of tortured pleasure.
“And?”
“And so hot I can hardly breathe,” I panted, inhaling with a moan as he slid back into me.
His fingers squeezed my ass and thighs, where he was holding me, and I cried out. “And so calm, even when I want you to rage at me. I want to—” Another cry cut me off.
“Keep going,” he growled at me, pulling out and pausing at my entrance once again. I wanted him back inside me so bad it hurt, and rocked my hips a bit, earning another growl.
“I want you to get angry, so I can hate you. So I can leave. But then you take care of me, and—” I cried out again, so damned close to unraveling that it hurt.
“And?” He thrust slowly, making me insane.
“And treat me so well, I just can’t. I just can’t leave. I just want you,” I moaned.
He drove into me hard, and fast, just like I’d asked. Given the wetness soaking me inside and out, there was no pain, only delicious friction.
I lost it on his cock, as he snarled his own pleasure, and we were both even stickier and hotter when he collapsed against me, panting.
“I should be making this better for you,” he panted to me, his chest still rising and falling rapidly against my arm and shoulder.
“How? This is already the best I’ve ever had,” I groaned back.
He swore. “I don’t know whether to fuck you harder or go hunt down the other men you’ve been with.”
“There’s no point,” I panted back. “Not like I’d ever be able to go back to them after this. You’re going to turn me into a damn addict.”
“In my dreams, maybe.”
“Will it be worse after the climax ends?” I asked him, my lower belly and vag clenching at the thought of that. “The sex?”
Shit, I hoped not.
“Don’t know. No one ever mentioned that,” Zed groaned into my hair as his erection remained hard inside me. “You ready to go again?”
“Stop asking. If you want me, take me.”
“Fuck, I love the sound of that.” He lifted one of my legs up to his shoulder, and I held back a shriek as the angle he hit me at changed.
When his fingers found my clit, I did scream—and he lost it with me, almost instantly.
We were a mess; a wound-up, sticky mess, and it was perfect.
