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Her eyes snapped closed as I sank a single finger inside her.

She was wet.

So fucking wet.

“Shit, Neri.” My one finger became two.

“More,” she groaned. “God, more. Please—”

I drove my fingers as deep as they would go, my knuckles inside her, my thumb pressing hard on her clit, shoving her high, high, high up the mountain of pleasure.

Her moans deepened into a throaty plea. “God—”

“This is what you make me become at the thought of losing you.” My grunt mingled with hers, my hand driving relentlessly between her thighs. “You make me wild, wife. You make me dangerous.”

“Aslan—” Her head arched as I did things to her. Naughty things, sinful things, but somehow far too innocent for what I truly wanted.

“This is what you make me become when you defy me.” Tearing my fingers from her core, I grabbed her cheek and smeared her arousal over her. “Does that turn you on? Knowing that I can’t exist without you?”

“Yes. God, yes.” Her eyes fluttered as I dragged my thumb possessively over her lips.

“Don’t look away,” I commanded, my hips slotting between her open legs. “Never look away while I show you who you belong to.”

She sucked in a breath as I wedged my elbows on either side of her and looped my fingers in her hair, holding her prone. My hips arched, seeking, beseeching. Driven by instinct, controlled by lust and force.

I found her heat.

I spread her wide.

I trembled on the precipice and her eyes flared with hunger.

“This is how much I crave you. All. The. Fucking. Time.”

I thrust inside her.

Brutally hard.

Dangerously deep.

Ice-blue fire burned in her stare as I filled her up, stretched her wide.

Her legs snapped around my ass, holding me, forcing me to give her everything.

I twitched.

I gasped.

My curse of oversensitivity made everything unimaginably intense.

My blood sang.

My cock throbbed.

I could come like this.

Speared deep.

Locked home.

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