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“I don’t want you to run in the woods anymore.”
A laugh rumbled from her. “Next, you’ll be telling me I can’t climb the trellis or swim in the lake.”
I growled and climbed over the bed and reclined next to her. She inhaled shallow breaths as I hovered over her. “Do I need to lock you up to keep you safe?”
Her palm rested on my sternum, then rose higher over the cut on my chest. Her fingers slipped a button open on my shirt, then another. “We can fight later. Kiss me, Marco.”
My memory failed to capture just how beautiful she was. I slanted my mouth to hers. Full lips parted, tongues tangled, and her soft moan clashed with my feral growl.
I tunneled my fingers under her hair, cradled her skull in my hand, and deepened the kiss. She whimpered, and I sought her tongue, gently sucking, and crushing her lips against mine.
The whimper became a moan. Breathing her in, claiming her, I kissed her until I had her on her back. Her skirt kept me from splitting her legs and settling in the cradle of her pelvis to feel the heat of her pussy. Pressure built in my balls as I ground my dick against her thigh and slid my palm onto her stomach.
I stretched out next to her, partially pinning her beneath me. Her eyes searched mine. Her pulse quivered in the column of her neck, and her hand trembled where it rested on my lats.
Young, innocent, and curious. She was mine to touch and to taste.
Sliding my fingers into the waistband of her skirt, I spread my fingers and pressed against her pelvis. She stilled, her eyes lowered, dark with lust, but hesitant. I’d put this distance between us, not only physical distance, but time apart, and my avoidance caused a chasm of intimacy.
“We’re not strangers,” I whispered and ran my nose along her jaw, kissing her neck. “You’re mine, little mouse.”
I slipped my fingers into her panties and split her wet folds with my middle finger. Tunneling deeper, I pushed into her opening, cupping her cunt until my palm ground against her clit.
She gasped, and her hand balled into my shirt. Her thighs clamped against my arm. “Marco,” she whimpered.
“I’m right here. You feel so good.” I continued to drill into her, rubbing my finger against her satiny walls.
“You feel so good, too.” Her back bowed, and her neck stretched. She clawed at my shirt, attempting to thrust her hips with one foot braced against the bed and the other encased in the boot and isolated on the pillow. “Please.”
Frustration tinted her words as she tried to buck against my hand.
“I’ve missed making you come.” Missed seeing the tremble of her lips, to feel her breathy gasp just before I crushed her mouth with mine. My cock throbbed, anticipating the hot clench of her pussy. “I missed the taste of you.” I sucked the sensitive skin beneath her ear.
She turned her face to me and pressed her lips to mine.
I kissed her back hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. “Do you think about my cock being inside you?”
“Yes.” She tugged at the buttons of my shirt.
“I want your sweet pussy on my mouth, Allegra.” I wanted her to come on my face as she trembled and screamed my name.
“I had dreams about you.” She nipped my lip, then licked the sting.
“Were you on your knees, sucking my dick?” Because I wanted her gagging, with tears in her eyes.
I wanted to control her breath.
I wanted to control her pleasure.
I wanted to control every fucking part of her.
“Your silence scared me.” She touched my cheek. “I was afraid you didn’t want me anymore.”
I was more concerned with the way she made me feel. I’d obsessed over her. She was mine, and I’d show her how desperate she made me.
I ripped the buttons open and shrugged out of my shirt. Her nails grazed my stomach as she lifted my undershirt.
“I want you, too.” Her hands roamed over my chest, her fingers stilling on the puckered cut from her knife.
