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“Same,” he ground out before he nipped and kissed her shoulders.
Scratchy and soft, his scruff scraped against her skin, making her need skyrocket. “More.”
“When I’m ready.”
Needing the friction, she arched closer. “But…”
Before she could say more, he pushed two fingers into her heat, giving her the pressure she needed. A gasp stuttered out, and he edged her feet apart, finding the perfect spot inside her.
“There you are,” he murmured.
White noise filled her ears as she pressed her face closer to the wall, accepting that he held the key. Linc made her a hot slippery grinding version of herself that she’d never met before.
Fabric rustling told her that more miracles were incoming. “Can I…”
“No!” he ground out. “I’m running the op.”
“But…” The devil pushed his cock against her behind, and she decided that leaving things to him would be best. “I want to see you.”
“Where do you want to do it?”
Lost for a minute in utter bliss, she concentrated on his fingers working their magic and his thumb circling her clit. “I want to touch you, too.”
Linc did as she asked and moved away, immediately making her feel his absence. Turning, she watched him remove his clothes and felt her knees shake. Winner, winner, chicken dinner. There had never been a more physically perfect man. She watched his cock bob in greeting and noted that he was much bigger than she imagined, which made sense, given that he was a tall, big-chested beast of a man.
Not one to ignore art, she took a careful perusal and ran her eyes from his shoulders to his toes. Her initial assessment had been correct: masculine freaking poetry. Reaching out, she stroked him. The full moon cut through the shades, illuminating his tanned skin and tattoos. “Beautiful.”
“Yes, you are. And more than I ever thought I’d be blessed with.” He steered her toward the bed and then lifted her onto the mattress.
How in the hell did he manage to make her feel delicate? She was a lot of things, but small and liftable were not on her featured list. The moon moved behind the clouds, dousing the room in complete darkness. Hearing clothing rustle, she pushed herself up on her elbows and saw him dig two condoms out of his wallet. “A true boy scout.”
“If that were true, I’d have a dozen of these.” He climbed over her, dragging his shaft along her thigh. “We’ll just make the first two times really count.”
“Indeed.” She drew her legs up and wound them around his waist. Looking up, she caught his sharp profile as the moon reappeared. She watched his hand move away from her thigh and stroke his cock as he made quick work of the condom. Blessing her with a heavy gaze, she felt his desire wash over her like a wave when he dragged his length through her folds. “If you plan on being polite, then know I will demand a refund.”
A filthy gust of laughter rang from his mouth, and he pushed his hips forward, making the headboard snap against the wall.
A single powerful thrust stole her breath.
Much bigger than she estimated, she gave into the pressure and heat coiling through her body. One incredible thrust after another made her want to undo him. He needed to be mindless too.
Before she could decide how, he dropped his head and bit her nipples, sending her into overdrive. Writhing and wiggling beneath the beast, she heard the harsh rhythm of the headboard knocking against the wall.
How did it match the pulse in her core? Letting her eyes drift closed, she let out a lusty groan. “You’re so fricking big! I’m split in two.”
“That’s good, isn’t it?”
“Perfection,” she muttered, allowing her body to chase the orgasm.
“You feel perfect, Lucy.” He pumped in with his strength. “Youareperfect.”
Hoping all her words hadn’t left her, she was surprised when he flipped her over on her belly. He tucked her behind against his thighs, and the hair abrading her skin sent a shiver rolling down her body.
She turned her face to the side and let out a gust of air as she watched him line himself against her opening. “This,” she whispered as he pushed himself inside.
The man took her without apology. He gripped her hip and her hair, and it was just the thing she needed. His possessive thrusts marked and claimed a part of her that no one had ever dared to see.
The position hit all the right notes, and the waves of spasms crashed through her body. Unintelligible words fell from her mouth, and she gave in, knowing that what they’d just done had little to do with sex and everything to do with naked poetry.
