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Kissing his face, I trail my lips across his jaw, planting small pecks against the slight stubble on his neck. He groans, low in his throat, while I trace my fingers along his muscular arms.
“Fuck,” he breathes, pulling off his shirt.
He removes my clothes, and my heels. After unzipping his pants, he rolls me onto my belly. Parting my legs, Jaxon sinks into me.
Kissing my shoulder, he thrusts hard. He pins my hands behind my back, holding my wrists together, pushing into me over and over.
Gripping my waist, he pulls me back, until I’m on my hands and knees.
“My favorite fucking view,” he growls, spanking my ass. “I’m going to ruin you. No other man will fill you the way I do.”
He enters me hard, and I grunt, pushed forward from the force. My inner walls tighten around his thick cock with each thrust. My orgasm rapidly builds up as he fucks me relentlessly, pounding into me like a wild animal.
Wrapping my hair around his wrist, he pulls hard, gripping my shoulder with his other hand to secure me in place.
There’s the sound of skin smacking, uneven breaths, and urgent moans. My mouth opens, and I’m gasping, desperate for air to fill my lungs.
“Come for me,” he orders.
My eyes roll back, and my toes curl. Aftershocks of my climax consume me. He pushes me flat on my stomach, and I’m left whimpering, panting. Trembling beneath his masculine body.
“That’s right. Take my cock,” he says through clenched teeth. “Take all of it.”
Pulling tighter on my hair, he gently bites my shoulder, and slows. With deep, merciless strokes, he finds his release. Rolling onto my side, he lies beside me. Breathless, sweaty. Lips parted, eyes filled with darkness.
Mystery.
I can’t figure this man out for the life of me.
He lightly traces patterns against my shoulder blade with the tip of his finger, and finally, his eyes meet mine.
“What are you doing to me, Sasha?”
Leaning closer, his lips brush against mine. My eyes flutter shut, and I fist his hair, losing myself in him. Pulling him closer. He kisses me longingly, moaning under his breath, gripping the back of my neck to hold me still.
Jaxon rolls over, pinning me beneath him. He presses my hands into the leather couch, eagerly exploring my mouth. His body is strong, heavy, and it’s a struggle to breathe.
Although, I care more about the feeling of his lips against mine than I do about air.
“We need to get away from here,” he says against my lips. “From all of this.”
“Where?”
“So eager,” he purrs, smirking.
He abruptly stands, and I take in the sight of his glorious body.
Oh, fuck.
He’s so handsome. So daunting, primitive.
“You’ll find out in the morning,” he says, holding out his hand. “Get to bed.”
“Yes, Sir,” I mutter, placing my hand in his.
* * *
When I awakethe next morning, I feel giddy. That’s an understatement. It’s like I’m a child again, waking up on Christmas morning, ready to run down the stairs to open my most desired presents.
