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“I want…” He steals my words when he strums my clit faster.

“Say it,” he hisses into my ear, his fingers flexing around my throat.

“I want your cock.” I pant, my body beginning to convulse as the wave of my orgasm is about to reach its peak.

“Brad, please.” His name falls from my lips like a prayer.

“Eyes on me.” His words are rushed, his movements never relenting. I glance up, his fingers squeeze my throat a little tighter, our eyes lock, my body stiffens, and then he says.

“Gabriella, Come.” And I fall apart. Warmth floods my body, my thighs clamp shut, trapping his hand between them, my world blurs, and all I feel is his hard body behind me as I go limp against him. His lips find mine, and he kisses me, breathing me in as I float back down to reality.

I’m startled when he pushes away, and I stumble. He swipes a hand through his hair in frustration, his chest heaving, matching the rhythm of mine, and I see the conflict in his eyes.

“You see, Gabriella, you are all I fucking want. I know how to take control of your body in the same way you do with my mind. But we can’t go further than this.” He gestures between us, and I feel anger bubbling inside me.

“Why? Tell me why?”

“Why? You want to know why?"

I nod, straightening my spine. He takes a step closer, cupping my face in his hands that tremble when his skin meets mine.

“Because, if we go there, if we connect in that way, if I feel what it’s like to be inside of you, I’ll never be able to let you go.”

It feels too painful to swallow, his admission too much to process. He wants me.

“What if I don’t want you to let me go?”

I barely finish my words before he crashes his lips down on mine, and our kiss turns frantic. He turns me and walks me back till my heels hit the bed frame, laying me down carefully as if I were made of glass.

He rips off his shirt and tugs off his pants and boxer briefs as I shuffle up the bed, my heels still on.

He crawls on top of me, covering his naked body with mine, and settles in between my legs. His mouth is back on me, and he kisses me with a want that is verging on feral.

I wrap my legs around his waist and move my hips, desperate for the friction. My swollen clit rubs against the slick head of hispenis, and I whimper when he kisses the sensitive flesh of my neck.

“Yes,” I hiss when his teeth graze me, the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain hitting me at once.

He pushes on the inside of my thigh to widen my hips and takes a moment to scan my body. "You look so beautiful, Mia Cara.”

The use of that name has my eyes fluttering when I feel the head of his pierced cock pressed against my entrance. I prepare for him to push inside me, for us to break the final barrier that we have between us, but his head falls to my chest, and he lets out a frustrated moan.

“Fuck, I haven’t got a condom.”

That should be enough to slow this down. I never take a risk, but it doesn’t. “I’m on the pill. We don’t need one. I want this.” He lifts his head and looks me dead in the eyes.

“Are you sure? I’ve never gone without one, so I’m…”

“I know,” I say reassuringly. “I trust you.”

He tells me he’s dangerous and has a dark past, but why do I feel the safest when I’m in his arms?

“I’ll go slow.”

I widen my hips, inviting him in. His eyes never look away from me when he lines up his cock with my entrance and slowly sinks inside. We both moan in pleasure. A sharp sting hits me when he’s fully seated, but the pain is fleeting, and it only takes a few seconds for me to grow accustomed to his size and the pressure his piercing creates. I suck in a breath when he begins moving.

“Are you okay?” he asks, concern in his voice.

“Yes.” My voice is barely a whisper. “Don’t stop.” He swallows my moans and kisses me like the world will disappear. His tongue glides with mine; it's hot and wet, the sensation spreading warmth through my body tingling up and down myspine, making me feel a little dizzy. Needing to anchor myself for fear I will fall in some way, I grip the back of his neck and hook my leg over his waist, pulling him closer.