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I reached back and caressed his jaw beside mine. “Not since the roof in Georgia?”

He pressed a kiss to my wrist and slid his finger in and out of my pussy. “No, and for five months, I couldn’t even think about that night, couldn’t relive the memory. Not once. Not with Aiman and Elaine…”

The crack in his voice shredded my insides. If he’d thought about us together, Aiman would’ve snatched the memory and tormented him with it. If he would’ve become aroused thinking about us, Elaine would’ve used it to her vile advantage.

Five months without sexual fantasies or self-pleasure to keep him company.

Those thoughts were a cruel torture, hardening his features and sinking my heart. But he was here now, solid and breathing, breathing heavily, his body seemingly ready to demand repayment for all his forced self-denial.

“I’m barely holding it together, Evie. I’m so damned hard it hurts.” He pressed himself against me, pushing against my opening. “Once I let go, it’s going to be brutal. Frantic. Unforgiving. I have months to make up for. Months you spent with them.”

My hackles went up. “Michio—”

“I’m not jealous, but I’m still a man. A man who is madly in love with a woman who shares her heart and her body with two others.” His fingers curled inside me. “I can feel them inside you. Can feel where you’ve milked their pleasure, where they’ve satisfied you in ways I haven’t in a long time. It makes me want to fill you with so much come all you’ll feel is the pleasure I give you. I want to spill so deeply inside you it won’t matter how many times they fuck you tonight, tomorrow, or next month, because you’ll still feel me.”

Maybe he’d mastered his jealousy, but he was competitive and possessive by nature. He would probably always vie for the strongest, fiercest position among my guardians, pounding his chest and staking his claim. It was part of who he was, and I would never try to change him.

He dragged his fangs across my neck, watching me in the mirror. “Have you had any cramps? Spotting? Any concerns with the pregnancy?”

His question didn’t surprise me. He’d told me just a few hours earlier that my health was his only concern.

I clamped down around the wicked twist of his fingers and lifted on my toes, rocking against him. “Everything’s great, Dr. Nealy. I feel healthier and stronger than ever.”

Hunger glinted in the depths of his brown eyes, and his restraint shook through his muscles in waves, crashing against me. I trembled under the fierceness of it.

He slid his fingers out of me and pressed his thumb against my clit. “Put your hands on the sink.”

My heart skipped, and the instant I obeyed, he entered me with a hard, unapologetic thrust.

Holy shit. I adjusted my grip on the sink and hung on tightly. He didn’t pause, didn’t give me time to get used to his size, pounding his hips viciously, deeply, as his strangled groan echoed through the room.

The impact was jarring, battering the back of my pussy. He kicked my feet farther apart and threw his full weight and strength into the force of his fucking, as if attempting to chase away his demons and permanently brand my insides at the same time. It was shocking, insanely animalistic, and such a fucking turn on.

His hot, leaden weight bore down on my back, making me feel both fragile and protected. If the strength of his unharnessed passion didn’t shatter me, the burst of pleasure splintering through my body would.

But he was attuned to my every reaction, his gaze roaming my body in the mirror, searching for discomfort. He knew me so well, knew how far he could push me, knew every secret spot that would hurl me over the edge.

The pressure of his thumb on my clit built in varying degrees. I writhed against it, throbbing around the steel rod of his pistoning cock. Fuck, he was so hard and swollen I felt every turbulent inch of him stretching me, ravishing me.

But it was the predatory look in his eyes in the mirror that sent me spiraling toward ecstasy. There was a feral glint there, prowling in the shadows. A warning. I braced for it a half-second before his fangs elongated and slammed into my neck.

The stinging prick quickly transformed into a full-body spasm of pleasure. Each sucking pull of his lips felt as though it were connected to my clit, pulsing with drugging intensity. I came instantly and violently, my mouth falling open in shock as I convulsed around the unfaltering drive of his shaft.

I slumped against the support of his arms, hovering in a blissful haze, as he drew on my vein, greedily, hurriedly, sucking and gulping and moaning, his fingers digging into my flesh as if expecting me to chase him off before he was quenched.