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But August wasn’t done yet.
“See, love? I’m a benevolent king. Giving you just what you asked for.” He grabbed my ass and slowly fucked me, making sure his cock hit every nerve in its path. I was frantic with desire. He pulled out slowly and grabbed himself, stroking his cock. “You look so fucking hot like that. I’ll never get enough of this.” He pushed back inside me.
The pressure was building once more, and I knew there was no way in hell I’d be able to stop a third orgasm. I was too sensitive. Too full of him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, picking up the pace. His moans were like thunder; the way he growled was pure sex.
“Oh, God,” I murmured. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not going to. I can’t. You feel too good, love.” He looked at me, his eyes soft and full of desire. He pushed himself into me deeper, and my pussy clenched around his cock.
I sobbed, the demand building in my stomach. It was all I could think about.
August.
Feeling him inside me.
Losing myself in him.
He grunted, his grip tightening on my ass. “That’s it, love.”
My body trembled, my back arching, my legs shaking. Another orgasm was coming, and I couldn’t stop it.
He grunted and grabbed my hips, pounding me hard. His grip was tight, his strokes hard.
August let his head fall back. I could see the pleasure on his face. “You…fuck. You’re so good. God, baby.” Then he looked at me, his eyes sparkling. I could see he was close. He thrust quickly, groaning. “You’re so fucking sexy. You’re going to make me come. You’re going to make me fucking come.”
“Yes,” I gasped.
August came hard, shoving himself deep inside me. When he came, he moaned. His face was tight, his lips parted. I clenched my pussy, wanting to milk him of every drop he had. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “That’s it.” He kept thrusting until his orgasm was over.
He collapsed on top of me and kissed my neck. “I’m still so fucking hard for you. We could do this for days and it wouldn’t be enough.” He kissed my cheek and pulled out of me, his cock dripping wet.
I turned my head and looked at him, smiling. “You’ll have the rest of your life to do this.”
He laughed and leaned in, kissing me slowly. “Give me fucking eternity, love.”
Chapter Eighteen
CHRISTINE
The next day, when I came down for breakfast, Leo was flipping pancakes with his shirt off. I could see every defined muscle, the tense raise of his shoulders. Atticus had all the utilities turned on the night he found me, and I was thankful we could stay here with everything we needed. I was in domestic bliss, but Leo’s sour mood made it difficult to enjoy it too much.
The scowl on his face made me sad, but I didn’t know how to fix things between us.
I knew I looked like I’d been thoroughly fucked. August and I were at it all night. He was insatiable, fucking me the way he went through life—with reckless abandon.
“Food is almost ready,” he said in a terse tone. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down, forcing myself not to feel bad for last night.
“Are you okay?” I asked. Just because I was going to live without shame didn’t mean I was heartless. I could practically feel his anger burning as hot as the skillet.
He didn’t answer, and more words tumbled out of me. “You seem tense—”
“Don’t, I’m fine. You don’t owe me anything.”
“Leo. Please don’t be like this.”
That’s when he stopped mid-flip, and he turned and stared at me. His eyes were bloodshot and tired and his mouth pulled into a frown. I could see little crescent marks on his thighs as if he spent the night gripping his legs in anger.
