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“I need to feel close to you. I’ve missed you so much,” I said. It was true. I hadn’t seen a great deal of Blake since the death of Ryan. His studies were too important and mine were too. It was easier with Kane and Seb, as we all studied law and lived together.
He lowered his body on mine and I wanted to force myself to go slow. I wanted to relish every kiss, every touch, and every breath.
He devoured my mouth with kisses, taking every bit from me as I return with the same. High on the taste of his lips, the feel of his fevered body pressing against me, and his hardness thrusting against my stomach. I wanted him too badly to reject him. I needed him.
My fingers curled into his back as I pulled him closer. He positioned himself, and his bulge pressed against my thigh. I opened my legs to give him a little room, as his hand roamed down my body, across my breast and further still.
“Blake.” I got no more words out before he slammed his mouth down on mine again.
“I’ve missed you,” he murmured, sliding his hot mouth down my neck. Pushing my head to one side to get into the crook of my neck, the place he knew I had a sensitive spot. I shook underneath his skilful lips. “You feel what you do to me? You know how much I’ve been needing you?” He moved back and forth, pressing his erection against my centre.
I scraped my fingernails down his back. “Then show me.”
His eyes gleamed with sinful intent as he pushed up my top and pushed my bra upwards, exposing my upper body to his hungry gaze and, with a little more staring, he lowered his head and sucked my breast into his mouth. My nipples were hard as he licked and tweaked them, and I groaned at the pressure as he alternated his attention between them.
My need was growing at an alarming rate. I flexed my body to gyrate my hips against his. Tearing his mouth from my tits, he grinned as he pulled my panties down my legs.
I stood to help him quicken up, removing his clothes. His jeans and boxers quickly strewn on the floor.
Blake lifted me up, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. He strode to the kitchen, placing me on a kitchen stool.
Standing between my legs, he crashed his mouth on mine again and as he did; he eased himself inside me, an inch at a time. Teasing me as he gripped my hips, he slid forward another inch.
Pulling back out and pushing in, going deeper. I kept up this rhythm until he bottomed out. Perfection. I bucked against him, demanding more with a hiss. His groan was deep as he pulled all the way out and slammed inside me in one swift move.
He was at the perfect height as his body covered mine. Pushing my back against the kitchen countertop as his mouth devoured mine. He pounded into me, my back banging against the edge of the worktop and it should be painful, but I felt nothing but the cock driving into me.
“Condom,” I rasped.
“No condom and no binding. I’m coming inside you.”
When he pressed his thumb against my clit, all thoughts of binding and condoms disappeared.
I bit down hard on my lip, trying to contain a moan. But as Blake groaned, heat gushed through my core and I knew I was getting close. He dragged me off the stool, not releasing his dick. “I need to be closer to you.”
I didn’t think it was possible.
He strode to his bedroom, slamming the door shut with a quick kick of his foot. We landed together, and his thrusts became more frantic, his breathing uneven as he looked for his release.
“You need to come first,” he said.
I wrapped my legs around his thighs and I ground against him; he grasped my hips, keeping me in place as he slid his dick with quick thrusts.
Taking my arms, he pinned my hands above my head and pounded deep inside me as I pushed back because a sudden lump of guilt wedged in my throat.
“You’re mine.” It was as though Blake knew the creeping emotion I felt and needed for it to disappear.
I smiled, knowing the bond we had brought it about, and I arched my back, feeling his every upshot and stroke straight through to my soul.
“You’re my mate, Lacey. I can’t die. He can’t kill me,” he said.
“Why is that?”
He kissed me harder as he plunged into me harder. He released my wrists, and I dragged my fingernails over his back. His mouth latched onto my neck in a suck that made me let loose a primal moan drenched with lust and as the sensation of every cell and nerve ending in my body flickered out of control.
"Oh… my… Blake," I cried, and I exploded underneath him, clinging to him, feeling him spill inside me. It should have terrified me. Instead, I gripped his cock tighter.
My fingers curled into his arse, holding him in place, not wanting him to leave. He almost bent me in half as he leaned forward to devour my mouth with kisses, and I was taking every one from him. I wanted more. And better, I wasn’t binding.
