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“I imagined you constantly,” he went on. “After you said you needed space, I tried to tell myself that you couldn’t have been as sexy as I remembered. But I was so fucking wrong.” He brushed a kiss across her lips. “Memories of you got me through Mexico. You’re everything to me.”
Shock and hope sparked inside her. “Pierce, you mean so much—”
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and seized her mouth before she could finish. Brea didn’t object, simply gave in to his urgency and opened herself to him, helpless to stop this new rise of desire.
Pierce tangled their tongues and slid deeper into her mouth, kissing her senseless—while managing to unfasten the clasps of her bra at her back. When the last hook gave way, he tore the garment from her body, took her breasts in his rough hands, and sucked desperately at her nipples. The pull multiplied the desire building again between her legs.
She wanted it. Craved him. But her breasts felt too tender. “Ouch.”
He frowned. “Too rough?”
“A little.”
“Tell me. Always tell me. I don’t ever want to do anything in bed except make you feel good.”
He eased off, licking, flicking, teasing. It drove Brea insane. The orgasm he’d given her so recently had somehow only left her achier and needier. Without him inside her, she felt hollow. Empty. Bereft.
She needed him to make her whole.
Brea wriggled to sit up as he kept at her nipples like a man too starved to stop. But she persisted, nudging and shoving, until she finally got a breath of space in between them.
Then she tore into the fly of his jeans, ripping the button free and yanking down his zipper.
“Oh, pretty girl. Fuck… I can’t wait anymore.”
He shoved his pants down, nudged her to her back again, then aligned his crest at her opening. “Tell me this is mine.”
“It’s yours,” she gasped.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
She met his stare. “I’m yours.”
“And no one else’s,” he growled. “Don’t you ever fucking forget that.”
Brea nodded. It was all she could manage before he gripped her hips in his big hands and impaled her with his cock.
She gasped, back arching, as she went from clenching and empty to blessedly bursting full in seconds. “Just yours.”
“Yes.” He clutched her with rough fingers and pushed in deeper, setting a million nerve endings inside her on fire.
“More…”
Pierce hissed, teeth bared, as he set a steady rhythm. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. Her toes curled. Her clit swelled. But it wasn’t enough.
She wrapped straining fingers around his thick, bunching shoulders. “Please. I need—”
“Me to fuck you harder?”
“Yes!” Even the promise had her body revving and tightening.
“Oh. I’m fucking dying”—he banged his way inside her with more force, prodding a spot that had her eyes flaring and her desire soaring—“to be inside this sweet, tight cunt and remind you that… You. Belong. To. Me.”
“I do,” she panted. “I always have.”
He crushed her lips beneath his for a feverish press, then wrenched back with a gasp. Their stares collided. She fell into those twin black holes. There was no escape, especially when he grabbed her hair in one fist and pressed her closer. “From now on, no one else fucks you.”
“Only you,” she blurted as her tension gathered and her blood rushed. “Only ever you.”
Pierce shoved himself deeper, then halted as he pushed his face against hers with a growl. “Ever?”
Her heart and her breath both ceased in that moment. “Just you.”
“Why?”
She needed him to thrust inside her again too much to filter. “I’m in love with you.”
His whole face softened as he withdrew, then plunged home again. “Oh, Brea… Baby. My pretty girl. I fucking love you so much. I’ve wanted to tell you…”
His words and his touch sent her heart soaring. “Really?”
Brea didn’t get a chance to say more before he seized her mouth and slammed deep, filling her again and again. Breathless, clawing, desperate, she rocked under him, pressed against him, let herself be full of him. Her need rose to dizzying heights. She cried out, called his name. Legs wrapped around him, her nails in his back, she urged him on, more aroused by every growl and harsh breath he panted in her ear.
He grew impossibly harder inside her. His strokes lengthened, deepened. His fiery stare riveted her every bit as much as his insistent cock.
“You going to come for me again?” he asked.
“I’m close…” The ache swirled and churned just behind her clit, almost there.
He ground his pelvis against her, providing the extra friction she needed to completely unravel.
“Yes… Pierce!”
“Oh, fuck. That pussy. Baby!”
The force of his impaling cock sent her higher, robbing her of breath and thought. Vaguely, she was aware of the table shaking as his every thrust inched it across the hardwood floors. Then his body stiffened, his back bowed, and he gave a hoarse shout of ecstasy. A sudden gush of warmth filled her.
