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But as his lips closed around my clit and sucked hard, every coherent thought fled my mind.

There was only the sensation, the relentless fucking pursuit of rapture.

A moan tore from the back of my throat, my hips undulating against him as I fisted my hands in his hair, holding him right where I wanted him.

“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” The words were sharp as they left my lips.

A threat drowning in unbridled pleasure.

He sealed his mouth over me and drove his tongue inside, fucking me with deep, dominant thrusts. The sounds of his groans vibrating against me mingled with my own desperate cries.

I was so close, teetering right on the knife’s edge of my climax.

He pushed two fingers inside me, curling and stroking them in a way that made stars burst behind my eyes and I fucking shattered.

My orgasm tore through me, threatening to break me in half as my body quaked from the sheer force of it. Wave after waveof ecstasy crashed through my nerves until I thought I might drown in the depths of it.

My body was still trembling from the aftershocks as he slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to savor every last drop. The sight of it sent another jolt of desire straight to my core.

I watched as he lowered his mouth back to my skin, kissing up my body, his lips and tongue mapping a scorching trail over my stomach, between my breasts. I wanted his mouth on mine with a desperation that bordered on violence, but I wouldn’t give in. Wouldn’t cross that final line.

His eyes burned into mine, dark with a hunger that was far from sated. No, it had only grown, consuming him from the inside out. He rose to his feet in one fluid motion, his hands going to the waistband of his pants and dragging them off his body.

My mouth went dry at the sight of him—all chiseled muscle and barely restrained power. His cock jutted out, hard and eager, a bead of moisture glistening at the tip. I watched as his hand wrapped around his shaft, slowly pumping as he took a step toward me.

I was going to fucking regret this.

“I fucking hate you,” I breathed up at him as he slowly lowered himself to the bed, his knees pushing my legs open wider—readying me for him.

“Then hate me, love. Hate me while I am tasting you.” His lips lowered to my ear. “Hate me while I am kneeling to you,crawling to you. But fuck me like you mean it.”

With a visceral growl he surged forward, burying himself inside of me in one powerful thrust. A guttural moan ripped from my throat as he filled me.

The sensation of him inside me was overwhelming—all-consuming.

I dug my nails into his back, dragging them down his spine hard enough to break skin as he began to move, each snap of his hips driving him deeper. I rolled my hips to meet his thrusts, needing more—cravingmore. The drag of his cock against my walls ignited flames that licked through my veins as pleasure ricocheted through every cell in my body, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

He slipped his hand between our bodies, dragging his chest from mine. His thumb landed on my clit and a moan rolled from the depth of my throat as he watched himself disappear inside of me.

“Gods,” he groaned, thrusting in deeper. “Look how fucking well you take me, love.”

What the fuck was I doing?

Of all the mistakes I had made, this might be the worst. I should stop. Ineededto stop. But I could no longer find where my loathing ended and the desire began.

Instead, I wrapped my legs around his waist, gripping as I pushed from the bed and twisted on top of him. His hands ran down the expanse of my back, brushing over every scar and settling on my waist as his own back raised from the bed.

His hands gripped my hips possessively as I rode him, grinding down on his shaft with a ferocity that matched the maelstrom of emotions swirling inside me. I braced my palms on his chest, my nails digging into his flesh as our bodies moved in a frenzied rhythm.

His eyes seared into mine, the intensity in them threatening to consume me. I wanted to look away, to hide from the depths of feeling I saw reflected back at me, but I was powerless to break his gaze.

Our chests pressed together as I rolled my hips against him, sweat glistening on our skin. His hands slid up my sides, calloused palms rough against my scarred skin as they cuppedmy breasts, kneading and teasing. I arched into his touch, a moan falling from my lips. Rage and lust warred within me, the line between them blurring until I couldn’t distinguish one from the other.

“I despise you,” I hissed, even as my walls tightened and drew him deeper.

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. “And I fucking worship you.”

I clenched around him in response, reveling in the way his eyes rolled back and his head fell toward the ceiling on a tortured groan.