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“Admit. It.”
My eyes flutter shut, and I tilt my head back when he groans my name so painfully, I almost feel bad for teasing him.
Almost.
“I don’t need you. I’d be fine without you,” I lie to him. I don’t mean a damn word I say because I know without him, I’d most likely be dead, but the most important reason is that I’ve grown to care about him.
He pushes me back and I have no choice but to walk while he strides forward, his hand still on my neck. My back hits the wall and a soft breath escapes from the force.
“You’ve never needed anyone like you need me.” A feral expression morphs his face as he speaks the truth.
He’s right.
His lips crash down on mine in hunger and domination. The hand on my throat tightens as he kisses me an inch within my life only to breathe it back into me. He breaks the kiss and both of us gasp for air as our eyes meet. An unspoken language passes between us, something that settles all the will to fight in my bones and to only give in to him.
He dips his head again, capturing my lips. He groans down my throat, one hand holding onto my ass to haul me forward against him. I wrap my arms around his neck and savor our first kiss.
Finally.
And he feels better than I ever could have dreamed.
“Fuck,” he gasps, digging his fingers into the flesh of my ass. “You’re wearing my shirt,” he whispers, sliding his hand under the loose material. “Only my shirt.” His hand covers one cheek, his fingers curling to get another palmful. “You drive me insane.” His hand slides to cup the back of my head and grip me by the thick of my hair before owning my lips again. “Open for me, Tesoro. Let me have that wicked tongue you like to lash at me.”
I do as he says, parting my lips, and he gently slides his tongue across mine. I whimper, holding him tighter while I do the same to him. God, he tastes good. My tongue teases his, wrapping and dancing, mimicking everything we want to do with our bodies as our lips slide against one another.
He spins me around and lays me on the bed. I sink into the mattress, the fluffy comforter nearly engulfing me, but Ari fixes that as he climbs over me. He wraps one of my legs around his hips, and the other arm falls next to my head as he lowers himself on my body.
“Your shoulder.” I drift my hand over the nasty wound, the area swollen and irritated from having to be stitched again.
“I don’t give a fuck about my shoulder. Not when I finally have you under me.”
My fingers slide just below the wound and the flicker of jealousy swirls inside me like a newly lit candle. “I care. Especially if it means that nurse has to come back here,” I say, drifting my finger down his chest.
He turns left, kissing me, then right, kissing me again. “I love it when you’re jealous, Tesoro. It means you care.” His finger traces down my jaw, then around my lips that still tingle from his kiss. “And you don’t have to worry. She won’t be coming back.”
I grab him by the back of the neck and bring him down on me again, needing to kiss him, needing to pour everything I feel inside him so he canfeelme—the real me—the one I keep hidden from the world, but Ari somehow manages to see.
He rocks against me, his hard cock pressing against my bare pussy and the only thing keeping us separated are his pants. I groan when he rubs over my clit, tightening my hold around his neck until my nails bite into his skin.
He feels so good.
Ari sucks my lip into his mouth, letting it go with a soft plop as his hand drifts up my shirt, cupping my breast and I whimper.
“So fucking perfect for me. You fit just right.” He lifts, tugging the shirt over my head.
I’m naked.
I’ve never been naked in front of anyone before. I feel a little bashful. Crossing my arms over my chest to hide myself, he snags each wrist and pins them to the side.
“Don’t you ever hide yourself from me. You’re the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, the most seductive, and the art I want to appreciate. You are never to hide from me. Do you understand? I want to always see you.” He dips his head down and sucks a nipple into his mouth. His wet tongue swirls over the beaded peak and I moan, never having felt that before. “Fuck, I love how responsive you are to me.” He blows cold air onto my sensitive bud, only to kiss across my chest to nibble the other before sucking that one as well.
“Ari,” I moan, the ache between my legs growing.
He cups my tits again, pinching the nipples between his fingers before capturing my mouth mid-moan. He thrusts, the hard ridge of his cock expertly grazing over my clit with every stroke. A fever possesses me, a feeling of urgency brewing in the depths of my stomach.
“So good for me,” he whispers, praising me gently as he continues the steady rocking pace. “I can’t wait to be inside you. I can’t wait to officially make you mine. You want that, don’t you? You want to be mine.”
“Yes,” I admit, dizzy from how good he is making me feel.
