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Lifting a hand, she sinks her fingers into my hair, curls them into a fist, and tugs.

“Ow.” I wince.

“Serves you right,” she says, not letting go.

I sigh and continue to thrust, despite not being able to move my head. “It’s not going to stop me.”

“Aren’t you going to berate me?”

“No. You can do whatever you want to me.” I kiss her ear and tug the lobe with my teeth, liking her possessive touch.

She groans as I push a little deeper. “Famous last words. You don’t know what I want to do to you.”

“Just name it.”

“Give you a love bite somewhere visible.”

I kiss down her neck and touch my tongue to the skin there. “I’ll wear it with pride.”

She sighs. “I want to tie you to the bed and do wicked things to you.”

“Whatever you like, baby girl.”

“Seriously?”

“Whatever lights your candle.”

“I might want to insert things in naughty places.”

“As I recall, you’ve already done that, and I survived.”

“You’d be at my mercy.”

“That sounds like heaven.”

She looks over her shoulder at me, releasing my hair. “You’d really let me?”

“I’m yours, Missie. One hundred percent. As long as you know it goes both ways.” I thrust hard, without warning, and she clutches hold of the pillow.

“What do you want to do to me?” she whispers, gasping with each thrust.

“Unmentionable things.”

“Fuck me like an animal?”

“Definitely fuck you like an animal.” I lift up and show her, thrusting hard.

She groans as I plunge into her. “I love that you’re such a nice guy normally. Such a gentleman. I don’t know why it makes me so hot when you’re so filthy.”

I laugh, give a couple more thrusts, then pull out of her, and she flops onto the pillow.

“Turn over,” I say, a bit more gently, and she shifts onto her back. I slide into her again, and this time I lower down and kiss her mouth.

“I could say I want to fuck you all the time,” I murmur against her lips, and she shivers. Then I add, “But it wouldn’t be true.”

She looks up into my eyes. “It wouldn’t?”

“No. Because fucking with feeling is called making love. I want to make love to you, Missie. Again and again, the last thing before we go to bed, in the middle of the night, first thing in the morning, and in broad daylight. I want to make love to you hard and fast, and slow and gentle, and everything in between. I never want to stop making love with you.”

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