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“I had a feeling it would be like this,” he whispers.
I pant, swiping my tongue across my lips. “Like what?”
His face dips, tongue slipping into my mouth. “Passionate. Frantic. Obsessive. Wild. Because that’s you and me, Claire. That’s us. It’s like we live in our own little wild world.”
I groan, dragging my nails down his back. It’s so true.
With a fistful of my hair, he tugs my face up to his. “Tell me what you want, Claire.”
“I want you,” I snarl, letting the words tumble from my lips. “I want you to show me how badly you want me. I want you to fuck me, and I don’t want you to be gentle about it.”
“Well, far be it from me to say no to you, my queen.” He presses a lingering kiss to my scowling pout and rolls off me.
“Where-where are you going?” Desperate for his touch, his warmth, his body, I reach for him, unable to stop myself.Fuck, Claire.
His mouth tilts with a crooked smile, eyes drawing up and down my body. Opening his bedside table, he pulls out a condom, ripping it open and sheathing himself in one swift movement.
On his knees, he makes his way back to me. “I’ve been dreaming about this since I laid eyes on you. You have no fucking clue how much I want you, Claire.”
“Then I guess you better show me.”
He crushes me to the mattress under his heavy weight and I run my fingers up his arms, over the curves of his biceps, his muscular shoulders. I didn’t know shoulders could be so sexy, but his are, all corded and knotty. I dig my fingers in, pulling my body up, rubbing myself against his cock.
“Are you nervous?” Avery asks, shifting back on his knees, wrapping my legs around his hips. Taking his cock in his hand, he rubs the tip over my clit, pushing through my folds, sitting just outside my entrance.
I should be, because that’s all I’ve been feeling about this every single time I think about it, but… “No. Not anymore.”
He smiles down at me. It’s different, this one. Genuine, sweet and soft, just like his eyes right now, the crinkles around the edges. He looks…happy.
“Me neither, baby.” He sweeps his lips over mine. “I feel like I’m right where I’m supposed to be.” He smooths a hand down my hair and skims his fingers over the side of my face. “You sure you’re good?”
I have to giggle. Ten minutes ago, this man told me he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Now he’s giving me one last chance to change my mind, to back out. But I’m not going to. Not tonight. I’m taking what I want, because, shit, what if the world ends tomorrow and I never have another chance to feel this man moving inside of me?
Pushing up on my elbows, I whisper against his lips, “I’ve been dreaming about this just as long as you have.”
Ah. There’s that devilishly smug grin, the one that makes my panties wet. Except I’m not wearing any, and I’m already soaked.
And with one determined thrust, he slams into me, both of us moaning at the sensation of him filling me up, stretching me. I feel complete, fuller than I’ve ever been. It’s like he was made for me, even though I shouldn’t be thinking that. I shouldn’t be thinking that at all.
But for tonight, I’m going to allow myself to pretend, to pretend that Avery is mine, that I’m his. That we belong to each other.
“Shiiit,” he exhales, his lids fluttering closed. “Perfect. Just like I thought, Claire. Fucking perfect.”
And when he begins moving inside me, my world starts to come tumbling down, one deep thrust at a time. Gripping my hips so hard I think I might bruise, he drives his cock into me, over and over again, each stroke harder and faster than the last.
Avery grabs one leg and throws it over his shoulder, leaning into me, his pelvis rubbing against my clit with each plunge, every roll of his hips, taking me right to the edge. I teeter, looking down, and then I free fall into oblivion.
His name falls from my lips as I explode around his cock. He swallows my screams with his mouth, and when he breaks away, he pulls out, flipping me over and jerking me to my hands and knees.
He pulls my head taut, his teeth grazing my ear. “Not done. Not fucking done, Claire. You’re going to come for me again.”
Without warning, he slams into me from behind, and just when I thought I’d felt it all, his body shows me just how much more there is. He hits every spot, making me tingle from the inside out with each powerful thrust. How does he know me so well? How does he know my body, like he designed it himself? He knows exactly how to work it, how to make me moan, shake, scream.
His hand glides around my hip, sliding over my belly, finding my clit. He rubs fast, furious circles while he moves inside me until the sensation is too much. I’m going wild, on the verge of collapsing. I can’t support myself anymore. I start sinking down into the mattress and he growls, yanking me right back up.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” He curls overtop of me, teeth pressing into my back, tongue lashing out, covering the sting.
“Avery,” I plead, fingers ripping at the sheets.
