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As my breath catches in my throat, he rises slowly. He drags the hem of my shirt up and over my head, leaving me bare and sprawled across the counter, marked by his mouth, his hunger.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he commands, stepping between my thighs again. “We’re just getting started.” He reaches for the ice cream container again. The cool air pebbles my exposed skin, but it's nothing compared to the shock of cold when he spoons a dollop of lavender honey ice cream onto each of my nipples.

I gasp, arching into the sensation as he leans forward, his mouth closing over one ice cream-covered peak.

“You're spread out for me like a fucking feast,” Talon’s mouth hot against my skin as he moves to my other breast. His tongue licks up the last of the melting sweetness, slow and methodical, like he’s savoring every second. “And I’m going to devour every inch of you.”

I’m still trembling from his mouth between my thighs, every nerve raw and begging. I want his body pressing me into the counter, his cock stretching me open, his body claiming mine completely.

“Talon,” I pant, tugging at his shirt, desperate to feel him, all of him. “I need you.”

His lips curl against my skin. “Your wish is my command, princess.”

His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider, locking me in place. My pulse pounds, anticipation crashing through me as he straightens. He strips his shirt off in one fluid motion.

The light catches the sharp lines of his torso, the tattoo winding across his left shoulder now fully visible—inked curvesand shadows that beg to be traced. I reach out, my fingertips gliding down the path of black and gray, following it to the waistband of his sweats.

“These need to go,” I tell him, voice low but commanding, hooking my fingers under the band and tugging.

Talon smirks, already working them down his hips. “Then take them off, baby. But just know, once I’m inside you, I’m not stopping until your legs are shaking and you can’t remember your own name.”

Talon's smile is feral as he steps back just enough to shove his sweatpants down, kicking them aside. He's gloriously naked now, his arousal evident and impressive. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him, all coiled strength and barely restrained hunger.

“See something you like, princess?” Talon asks, his voice rough.

“Everything,” I answer without hesitation, reaching for him again. “Now get over here.”

He steps between my thighs, dragging me to the very edge of the counter. The position leaves me completely exposed, utterly at his mercy, and the power in that vulnerability makes my pulse race. His cock presses against my entrance, hot, thick, teasing, and my breath catches at the promise of him.

“Tell me what you want,” he orders, his palm sliding up to cup my breast, thumb circling the still-sensitive peak until I squirm.

“You,” I gasp, body already trembling with need.

Talon tightens his grip, eyes dark. “Not good enough. Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

He arches a brow, still holding back. “Say it again. Beg for it.”

“I want you, Talon. I want your cock inside me. Now.”

That’s all it takes. He drives into me in one brutal, breathtaking thrust, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out, the stretch toe-curling and obscene, every inch of him thick and pulsing inside me. My walls clamp down, greedy and aching for more.

He stills, forehead pressed to mine as our breaths mingle—hot, ragged, trembling.

“Fuck, princess,” he groans, hips twitching as he fights for control. “This...this is better than every dream I’ve ever had of you. No fantasy ever came close to how tight your cunt feels around my cock—how real this is, how fucking perfect you feel. I used to imagine this, over and over, thinking it would never happen. But nothing in my head—not the sounds you’d make, not the way you'd look when I plunged inside of you—nothingcould ever prepare me for this. For you. For how fucking wrecked I feel just being inside you.”

Before I can answer, he starts to move, building a rhythm. Each thrust hits with force, deliberate, and unrelenting.

My legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back. He tugs me just enough to expose my throat to his mouth. His lips and teeth work the sensitive skin there, surely leaving marks. Marks I will wear proudly.

“Mine,” he rasps against my pulse point, the possessive edge in his voice igniting something molten inside me. His pace picks up, driving harder, like he’s trying to brand himself into my very core.

I'm dimly aware we're being reckless. Anyone could walk in at any moment, but it only heightens the intensity, makes each sensation sharper, more immediate.

“Talon,” I gasp as he shifts, changing angles. “Right there—don't stop?—”

His rhythm falters for just a moment as he looks at me, pupils blown wide with desire. “Never,” he promises, his voice rough. “I'll never stop giving you what you need.”