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“You want...more than this?” I gasped as he sped up again, railing me against the door, its hard surface digging into my back.
“I want you,” he growled, kissing me punishingly hard, nipping my bottom lip. “I want to suck on this mouth every time I see you chew that lip, push you down and wrap your tongue around my cock.” He groaned at the visual we shared. “Jesus, you like dirty talk, huh? This pussy is so fucking hot you’re burning my cock.”
I whimpered, clinging to him as he licked and sucked a path along my throat, pushing my hair aside. “Nick, I’m going to–”
“Come for me. Again, until you can't talk, can’t walk, Chloe. I promise you, you’re mine now, and I’ll look after you.”
I shuddered, shocked at the fierce possessiveness in his voice. His fingers squeezed my ass cheeks, spreading me wider as he pummelled me. Tomorrow I would struggle to walk, knowing I’d be bruised from his sort of violent fucking that unleashed something deep within me. A cry ripped from my throat as I came again, as he promised.
Nick slammed deeper, until I was a whimpering mess, returning his frenzied, endless energy with soft kisses when I couldn’t keep up with him. For the first time in my life, I found someone who could match the well within me that almost seemed overflowing but he didn’t stop, not even when I ran to empty, holding my body in his arms and ravaging us both.
His roar over my head set me off again though I could swear I couldn’t come any more again ever, my body clenching tight. Heat gushed down my thighs, and I buried my head in his shoulder, sobbing out the remnants of the painful sort of pleasure he brought on.
The sort I loved.
When he wrapped his arms around me, carrying me to his bed and set me gently down, I let him undo my dress, barely managing to wriggle free as sleep claimed me, my hands and legs still trembling with the aftershocks of what he did.
He slid in beside me, trailing his fingers along my body, tucking my damp hair behind my ears as he tucked me against him. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Chloe. Sleep, Princess. You’re gonna need it.”
I grinned, trying to tell him that I was glad coaching was cancelled for tomorrow, but my mouth wouldn’t move, and I sank into a sleep filled with hard, rough hands and the hot mouth of a man who set my entire soul alight.
***
Iwoke up eye to eyewith a bear wearing three jagged scars and a dry mouth that tasted like old beer. When I turned my head, the bear flattened and my stomach lurched.
“Ugh.”
“You need water, Princess?” Nick’s voice rumbled above me.
“God, yes please,” I muttered, still eyeing the bear tattooed to his chest. The scars ripped across its back, way too big for the image that covered most of his abdomen in black. When I trailed my fingers across the claw marks splitting the bear open, I encountered hard ridges. “Holy shit. Those scars are yours.”
“Yeah.” Nick tensed at my touch. “They’re real.”
“I thought the bear was, and nearly girlie screamed,” I confessed, hoping to bring him back to that easy side of him I saw before last night.
And last night...oh, my a-dick-tion. Or dick-a-thon. Either way, I wanted more.
My thighs ached, my pussy felt puffy, and a blanket of bliss and whiskey scented male was draped over me. I snuggled in deeper until something nudged the top of my head.
“Princess? Water, remember?”
I blinked, sitting up and the room swam through bleary eyes. Nick’s room, at least so he said last night. “You’re a Kingsman.” I took the Rippton U blue and white water bottle from him and slugged it back like a camel. Probably with the grace of one, too.
“Yeah.”
“Is that all you’re going to say, or are you not a morning person?” I tilted my head to look at him, running my spare hand over my hair that puffed around me like a bird’s nest, or an impromptu cloud. “Jesus.”
“Stop it,” he said gently, taking the water bottle back and catching my hands. “You look beautiful, Chloe. So fucking gorgeous. Don’t you dare change a thing.” I let him ease me back to his chest where I traced the edges of the ink and avoided his scars, not wanting to upset him again.
“I probably look like a panda,” I said, trying not to rub my eyes. “I’m shattered.”
“I’m not surprised. We went long and hard last night.” He swept a hand along my spine, pulling me tight to him in a possessive grip I swore spoke to my soul.
“We did.” I pressed a hand gingerly between my legs. The flesh there was tender and bruised by his touch but no other damage was done. Surprising, as I didn’t think I’d ever been treated so roughly in my life.
And I loved it.
“You okay?” Nick caught my chin and tilted my head back, searching my eyes for something before he swooped in and kissed me hard.
