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When he pulled away, we were both breathing hard. He searched my face for a moment, eventually finding whatever he sought. He closed the distance between us again, letting his hands roam across my exposed skin, teasing along the hem of my sports bra and the curve of my breast. A low, appreciative sound escaped his chest, and I shivered.

He broke away again, starting a trail of blazing kisses down my jaw and neck to my shoulder. He stopped and paid particular attention to the exposed bruises, suckling on them gently before continuing. He moved across my chest and looked up in a silent question as he moved lower. In answer, I pulled my sports bra above my head and tossed it away gently.

He groaned, his gaze raking over my torso like he was committing every inch and curve to memory. I squirmed beneath him, getting impatient. He'd made me wait long enough. I reached down and pushed at the waistband of his pants. He raised an eyebrow and smirked before leaning down and kissing me again.

"Hold that thought," he whispered against my lips. Then he moved over to where there was a mid-sized shelf of cubbies and drawers. He pulled open a few drawers and made a slight victorious sound before striding back to where I was.

He held up two fingers with a condom between them, and I suddenly had the mental image of condoms stashed with the guns in various places around the house. I couldn't help the way it made me laugh. He raised a questioning eyebrow.

"I'll tell you later," I said, shaking my head. "Now, come help me out of these clothes so we can put that to good use.Please."

He was on me so fast it made me gasp. He kissed along my chest, taking one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking hard enough that I was sure he'd leave the outline of a hickie around it. He swirled his tongue around it as he pushed my panties and yoga pants off my hips, only breaking enough to pull them off one of my legs. His fingers skirted down my body, tracing featherlight paths down my stomach and hips until he found my core.

"Already so wet for me," he breathed. I wriggled, moaning as he stroked along my slick folds. He easily slipped two fingersin and curled them against my sweet spot. My back arched almost entirely off the mat beneath me.

"Az–" I started, but my words died on my lips as he curled his fingers inside me again and stroked my clit with his thumb. I knew what he was doing, and fuck, it felt good, but it wasn't what I wanted. I whimpered since my voice had failed me.

"I should make you wait for how you've been driving me crazy. I should punish you for being such a fucking brat…." He said, his voice throaty and laced with as much need as I felt.

"Please." The word sounded more like a moan as I rocked my hips into his hand. I could feel the tension coiling tight inside me, and my eyes fluttered closed. "I need…."

"When you asksosweetly, how can I say no?" I heard the foil on the condom rip, and seconds later, I could feel him lining up with my entrance. He hooked his hand behind my knee and threw it over his shoulder simultaneously as he pushed inside me.

I cried out as I stretched around him, my back arching off the mat. He held my hips down with a hand pressed on my lower stomach as he pumped inside me.

"Fuck, Princess," his words stretched into lengthy groans as he punctuated them with deep thrusts. "So much better than the fantasies…."

He gripped my leg wrapped around his waist, hoisted my hips off the mat, and picked up his pace until he slammed into me so hard it caused my whole body to shake with every thrust. He slipped the hand that had held my stomach downward and started circling my clit in time with his thrusts.

"Don't fucking stop. Oh god, please don't stop!" I cried as each stroke sent me hurtling toward climax faster than I'd thought possible.

His dark chuckle was my only answer, and his efforts redoubled. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I bit my lip asthe tension he'd started with his fingers nearly reached a critical point.

"Not yet, you don't." He removed his hand, giving me a swift slap to the side of my ass as he pistoned into me.

My eyes flew open to find him smirking down at me, his blue eyes shining. I rolled my hips into his thrusts and clenched around him, groaning my disappointment and trying to make up the last distance. I clung tightly to that cliff's edge and panted in desperation to fall over.

"You remember how this goes, don't you, Princess?" His voice was strained as if he was holding himself back. His fingers teased along my skin, but not once did his strokes stutter or break pace. My mind flashed back to the club.

"Please–"

"Please… what?"

"Fuck! Az, please let me cum.Please!" The words were strangled and desperate. I met his every stroke with my own, still chasing the release he made me cling to.

"Good girl." He growled. His fingers returned, and his pace became brutal and harsh. My whole body bounced against him as he slammed into me. "Good… fucking… girl… Cum for me. Scream for me."

My body let go as if on his command, and I screamed his name as my orgasm slammed into me with the force of a moving train. My limbs shook, my back arched, and I even felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. His thrusts sputtered slightly and slowed as he followed me into his own climax, his fingers tightening on my hips to where I was sure there would be fingerprint bruises to go with the bite marks and hickeys I was already sporting.

He slowed until I was done contorting and shaking beneath him. It felt like ages before he pulled out, collapsed on the matnext to me, and drew me into his arms. I felt lightheaded and a little giddy as my body relaxed against him.

"You have no fucking clue how long I've wanted to do that," he whispered into my hair before planting a small kiss on the side of my head.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Az

My fingers traced idle patterns on Victoria's bare back as we lay tangled on the gym floor. Leighton's propensity for stashing condoms where he knew I'd find them was something I'd need to thank him for at some point. Though not anytime soon, he'd been doing it to get under my skin about Victoria.