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“Connelly,” she gasped and dug her fingers into his shoulders as she raised her hips to meet his. “Oh, God.”
“You can take more.”
“Yes.” She wrapped her legs around him and drew him down for a hard kiss. “Hard this time. Fuck me, Connelly.”
The shock of those words on her lips had his freezing mid-thrust. “What?” he breathed.
“I appreciate you being gentle…”
“But…?”
“But I’m strong enough to handle whatever you want to do to me.”
“I know you’re strong,” he said softly, staring down at her in admiration. “You’re the strongest person I know. I’m just… afraid of hurting you.”
“You won’t. I’m not breakable. I’m a grown woman. I know my body and my limits. I want to feel you. All of you. I’m done being numb. I want to feel everything. So fuck me, Connelly. Hard and fast. Make me ache. Make me feel you for days.”
Something in him snapped, and all of his good, gentle intentions vanished. He flipped her over so that she was on her knees on the couch, her back to his chest, and thrust into her again. She pushed back against him, taking him deep. He growled and withdrew and then drove into her again, then again, increasing the strength of each thrust until he was slamming into her so hard that the couch under them creaked in protest. Her fingers dug into the leather, trying to hold onto something. Her hair was in a wild tangle around her shoulders, her ass was in the air, her breasts swinging as he pounded into her.
“Conn… Oh, God,” she groaned. “Yes.”
His hips met her ass with a loud smack as he bottomed out inside her. “That’s it, Vee. Take it all. Take all of me.”
“Yes,” she moaned.
Connelly had never felt so close to another person in his life. He’d never felt so consumed, so completely overtaken by another’s needs and wants. His desire to give her everything she needed, all the pleasure he could, was intense. He could do anything, be anything, for her.
And he wanted it all, wanted to keep giving all until he had nothing left to give.
He thrust harder, deeper, reaching for his own orgasm, his own pleasure. He wanted to explode inside her, wanted to fill her up with his seed, wanted to watch her body accept it. He found her clit with his fingers and stroked her as he continued to slam into her. She was pushing back, meeting his every thrust, taking him deep and still wanting more. His hand and cock were slick with her juices, her body pulsing with the first small shocks of her release.
Then she came with a force that took his breath away. Her body quaked, her back arching, her head falling back as she cried out. “Connelly!”
She was so beautiful like this, wild and out of control.
Her orgasm was fast and hard and so strong he had to bite his lip to keep from screaming as her whole body tightened around him, milking him. His hips surged, burying his cock as deep as he could get as the first pulse of cum ripped from him. He exploded with pleasure so overwhelming that he swore he was coming apart at the seams. He could do nothing but thrust helplessly into her, clutching her hips as he rode the orgasm out and filled the condom.
She shuddered around him again, a violent aftershock that milked him dry and tore a strangled gasp from his throat. His heart pounded, his body sang, and a fierce, possessive satisfaction swelled in his chest.
He collapsed onto the couch, rolling so that he didn’t crush her with his weight. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back against his chest, burying his face in her hair as he tried to catch his breath.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice still husky.
She was quiet for a long time.
Had he been too rough with her?
“Veronica?” He started to sit up, but she held him in place.
“That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life,” she whispered.
His chest filled with something so big and so overwhelming that he thought it might erupt. He kissed the small tattoo of wings on her shoulder, then her neck, then made his way along her jawline.
She shivered and slowly turned around to face him. She laid her head on his chest and tucked herself under his chin. “Thank you.”
A laugh bubbled out of him, and he tightened his arms around her. “Jesus, I saw stars. I should be thanking you.”
She didn’t say anything else for a long time, just lay there, curled against him, her fingers tracing patterns across his chest.
