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“You are. Making you feel good makes me feel good.” He spanked her ass, then squeezed it. “Look at you,” he growled. “You’re so perfect, sweetheart. I can’t get enough of you.”

He slipped two fingers inside of her, pushing them in as deep as they could go, the sudden intrusion making her gasp and rock her hips into his hand, her own fingers fisting the sheets.

“Keep going,” she begged, her whole body tightening as he moved those fingers in and out of her, his other hand grabbing at her breasts and ass as if he couldn’t get enough of her. When a breathy cry slipped out of her, he surged up off the mattress to kiss her—hard. Devouring every cry, every gasp, every breathy moan as he coaxed her closer to the edge of pleasure

When he broke the kiss, he kept his eyes on her, watching her face as she came undone. “Fuck, you’re hot,” he breathed, his words coasting across her lips. He nipped the bottom one. “Be a good girl and come on my fingers.” He spanked her ass with his free hand while his other moved faster, that thumb of his rubbing so good?—

“Oh gods,” she gasped, her legs tensing around his waist.

“Fuck, yes, baby—that’s it.”

“Oh gods,” she said again. “Gods, Darien, don’t stop?—”

He didn’t. He kept going and going and going?—

Her pleasure crested, and she cried out his name before his other hand came up to fist her hair and he pulled her face down to his, slamming his lips against hers. Every muscle in her body tensed and released as pleasure cascaded over her in a delicious, sensual wave.

And then he was withdrawing his fingers, and she was holding her breath as he undid his jeans with frantic movements, shifting them down just far enough to get his hard cock out. His breaths were shallow and ragged as he rubbed the crown up and down her entrance, teasing himself before relenting with a hissed,“Fuck.”With his free hand, the othercircling the base of his erection, he gripped her firmly by the waist?—

And pushed her down onto his cock, all the way to the thick base. Once she was fully seated and stretched by him, they both groaned.

She rolled her hips, making him swear. Her legs shook as she lifted herself up, guided by Darien’s hands squeezing her waist, then sank back down.

“Fuck, I love your pussy,” he breathed as he eased her down farther—pushing himself in as far as her body would allow. He kissed her on the mouth, the edge of her jaw, the space below her ear.

They started moving—both of them together now. She picked up her pace quickly, desperate not just for her own release, but to watch this gorgeous man come undone.

“I should get angry at other people over you more often,” he growled, his tone tight with pleasure—with need—as she rode him. His hands gripped her hips, helping her keep up with the rhythm she’d set.

Pleasure coursed through her in a hot, honey-like wave. A gasp floated off her lips, her eyelids falling shut as it worked its way through her.

“Good girl, Loren,” he growled. “Good girl.”

She started moving faster, knowing he was close. He thrust his hips up, meeting her stroke for stroke as he pounded deep. So deep it almost hurt, but she could not get enough. She wanted more.

More.

More.

“Little faster, baby,” he gritted out. “Little faster. There—there, that’s perfect, that’s perfect, just like that.” He tipped his head back, sweat glistening on his chest, his upper lip. He was lost in a haze of pleasure—lost inher. “Fuck. Fuck—that feelsso good. Keep going.Keep going,”he practically begged, the muscles in his arms and chest tensing and flexing as he neared release, his grunts and groans electrifying her blood.

Several rapid thrusts later, and he pushed down hard on her hips, burying himself right to the hilt with a deep, sexy moan. She gasped, grabbing onto his tense hands as release found him, his body shaking with pleasure beneath her.

“Fuck, baby.Baby—”His eyes were so black, she could see her reflection in them. He picked up speed again, wringing himself dry as he bobbed her up and down. The slap of flesh against flesh echoed in the room, the sound gradually fading as their movements slowed, both of them utterly spent.

When they fell still, panting and hearts pounding, they stared at each other for awhile. Then Darien slid a hand across the back of her neck and pulled her down to kiss her deeply.

“I’m so in love with everything about you, Loren,” he mumbled against her lips, still catching his breath. One more kiss. Another, both of them gentle. Loving. “My heart has been searching for you my whole life. I’ll never hurt you again—I promise.” He gulped down another panting breath, cupped her face with both hands, and repeated, “I promise.”

“No more fighting,” she said, still breathless and shaking.

He kissed her again and said, “No more fighting.”

Because her heart had been looking for him, too. And now that she’d found him, she would never let go.

Not even after that heart of hers stopped beating.

About half an hour later,Loren was lying in bed, fighting to catch her breath. Her heart was having a hard time recoveringfrom the intensity of their joining, the darn thing fluttering like the swift wings of a hummingbird.