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He grabs my hand before I get too far away, pressing it to his erection. "Don't apologize for making me fucking crazy, Magic."
"Oh." I wrap my hand around him, squeezing on instinct.
He throws his head back, firing a round of curses up at the ceiling.
"You're so hard."
His agonized chuckle sets my blood on fire. "Oh, I'm aware. I've been that way all week, Snow."
"But you wouldn't let me touch you."
"If you touched me, we would have been doing this before you were ready, little one," he says, tugging my shirt up and then pulling it off over my head. He tosses it off the side of the bed and then drags my mouth to his for a hot kiss. "When you think about our first time, I don't want it tied up in memories of what happened the other night. I want it to be the only thing you're remembering."
My heart flutters. How is it possible to love someone this much and still keep falling deeper? I don't know, but I am. It's as if there's an infinite supply of love for this man just waiting to spring loose. It'll never run dry. I'll never reach the bottom of it.
He slides his arm around my upper body, lifting me up and then quickly unhooking my bra. My cheeks flush as he gently lays me back, his eyes running all over me. He looks at me so intently, as if he's memorizing every inch of me.
"Beautiful," he whispers. "So fucking beautiful."
I gasp, arching upward when he covers one breast with his palm and the other with his lips. He wraps his tongue around my nipple and then his teeth, drawing it into his mouth. My clit pulses as if the two are connected.
I writhe beneath him, lost to the pleasure of it. Lost to him.
He kisses his way down my body, leaving love bites along the way. Somehow, he's already discovered every sensitive spot on my body. He seeks out each one now, lavishing attention on them that leaves me trembling beneath him.
He's full of some energy I have no name for or experience with. It's hot and hard and wicked. It's him, not bound by the leash of self-control he usually wears, but raw and unrestrained. He's more himself in this moment, in this bed, than I think he's ever been.
By the time he drags my pants down my legs, I'm too turned on to be embarrassed, too desperate to be shy. He sits back on his heels, his obsidian eyes raking like fire over my body. I don't have to ask to know if he finds me beautiful. The truth blazes from him like the sun.
"Jesus Christ, little one," he growls, reaching out a trembling hand to touch my thigh. "I think you've rendered me speechless."
I blush at his compliment, my heart fluttering again. I've never thought much about the way I look or cared if anyone thought I was beautiful. I am who I am and that's always been enough for me. But the way he looks at me—like he wants to worship and devour me at the same time—makes me feel desired in a way that's entirely new and exciting. I don't feel like a painfully shy girl with him. I feel…like a woman. One desired and adored.
I love the way that feels.
He slips his hand between my thighs, running his fingers along the seam of my panties. I gasp, arching upward.
"Soaked," he growls, and then stops to pry my legs apart. His gaze lands on my soaked panties, fixating on me as if the sight of his hand between my legs fascinates him. He plays with me like I'm a toy, teasing me mercilessly.
My panties cling to my folds as he drives me higher, higher, and then higher still. I get lost in a maelstrom of pleasure, sobbing his name into the room. Right when I can't take it anymore, his hand comes down on my sex in a sharp smack.
I cry out his name, my hips jolting from the bed.
He smacks my sex twice more, sending me barreling over the edge into a screaming orgasm. He growls, ripping my panties down my legs. Before I can even process it, he's between my legs, his mouth on my center.
His hands sink into my bottom, dragging me closer. He snarls, cursing as he falls on me like a starving animal. My core clenches, another orgasm ripping through me harder than the first. Or maybe it's still the first, brought roaring back to the life by his wicked, delightful tongue.
I don't know, but I've never felt anything like him before. It's…everything.
He bites and licks and sucks, stiffening his tongue to jiggle it against my clit until I'm on the verge of hyperventilating. My sobs echo around the room, but I can't seem to make myself be quiet.
