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Heartache.

When I met him in the pub, he wore the last one like a suit of armor, but now that he’d shed that weight and allowed the other two to weave their way over him, he was fucking magnificent— a heart learning to take its first steps after being destroyed.

I needed more of it, more of him, and the melody of his life already taking root in my heart.

“Harder, Nate. Fuck me harder,” I pleaded.

Recognition shone in his eyes, and he gave me exactly what I wanted.

“Birth control?” he grunted.

“A little late for that question, don’t you think?” I huffed a laugh between thrusts “But yes.”

“Good,” he gritted, and I could hear the strain in his voice. “Because I’m not pulling out. I want this fucking pussy to milk every last drop from my cock.”

His hand found my clit, but before rubbing the sensitive ball of nerves, he pinched so hard shock ricocheted through me. My back arched and I widened my knees so I could take him deeper.

A faint tingle started deep within me, growing with each thrust, my body’s way of telling me I was close to an epic orgasm. No man had ever been able to get me there.

Nate wasn’t just any man though.

“I can feel you’re close from the way your pussy is pulsing around me. Come, Eden.” He wrapped the fingers of the hand not assaulting my clit around the calf of my left leg and straightened it up by his head. A wicked smile tipped his lips before he bit into the soft flesh on the back of my leg.

The change in angle mixed with the pain of his teeth sent me over the edge. I couldn’t hold back as pleasure exploded through every single one of my veins and I came harder than ever before. My fingers dig into the flesh of my forearms, and it takes every bit of restraint not to reach out and touch Nate.

“Fuck, Mr. Fox. Nate.” My words are somewhere between a plea and a purr, but I have no idea what I was asking for. I was breathless and floating.

“I know. I know, Eden,” Nate echoed. “That’s it, squeeze my cock,” he groaned, rubbing my clit, but the sensation was too much.

I tried to squeeze my knees together, but he was there, his strong hands keeping them spread. He leaned forward, his hips taking over keeping me open, and his hand moved back to my clit.

My lip trembled and I shook my head. “Please, I can’t. It’s too much.”

“Oh but you can, my beautiful Firefly,” he purred, and I grit my teeth.

Nate reached up and wrapped his hand around my forearms, keeping them in place while he kissed me deeply. When he pulled back and met my gaze, I saw the depths of his dimples.

He unleashed his own passion on me, fucking me like a damn savage. Within seconds the pressure rose again, and my whole body shook with ecstasy. I was on the verge of exploding again when I leaned up as far as I could and whispered in his ear.

“Let go.”

Nate groaned against my neck, and after two more deep thrusts, we both came together. His cock twitched inside my tender pussy and his fingers pushed against my clit, making me squeeze around him. The warmth of his release filled me and coated my thighs. Even after I’d milked every last drop from him as requested, his hips still continued to move in a steady motion.

“Fuck me, I haven’t come that hard in years,” he whispered, almost absentmindedly.

“Ditto.”

Nate’s chest rumbled against mine as he chuckled. He nipped at my neck, and when he pulled back he searched my eyes, though I wasn’t entirely sure for what. “What are you doing to me, Eden?”

That was a loaded question, one I was asking myself as well. But instead of weighing down this blissful moment with talk of emotions, I just shrugged and gave him a smile.

“I don’t know, but we are sure as hell doing it again.”

CHAPTER NINE

NATE

I hated mornings.

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