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Even when my guard is down, and it’s just the two of us, quiet and alone, I don’t ease up. Sure, I’ll tell my girl how I feel about her, that isneverin question. I love her. Nah, I fuckingworshipher. I’ve got no problem saying those sweet words that get Lav all hot and bothered, her pussy dripping for me, but my motions–my hands and body–they’re always harsh. Every thrust bruising–meant to claim. Every touch possessive.

I want her to know she’smine.

The difference is that for the first time in my life, my body isn’t fully in my control. I’m not at full strength. There’s a weakness I don’t like and can’t accept. Death met me onthe doorstep and invited me in. It was only sheer luck and stubbornness that drug me away. I don’t need to have sex with Lavinia to prove I can go to the Fury. I need to have sex with her to prove I’m stillalive.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

I nod, and it’s enough to get her to take the lead, placing a knee on each side of my thighs, straddling me. My hands move on instinct, pushing up her skirt, feeling the warmth of her flesh. Palming her ass, I groan.

“Fuck, babe, no panties?”

My cock thickens between us.

“Someone ruined them,” she tilts my head to where my brother had just been sitting, “because they were impatient.”

“Remind me to thank Sy later. Less work for me.” I massage her cheeks, fingers inching lower with every pass until they dip underneath. “Youarestill wet.”

There’s a warmth there that tells me it’s not all from the prior fucking. She keeps her eyes on me, like she’s searching for the slightest hint of pain, but right now I feel nothing but the urgent need to consume. I lean up, fighting against the pain, and slam my mouth into hers, tongue darting between her shocked lips. Her reaction is to grind down, and Jesus, I may blow my load in my shorts. Groaning. “You’re killing me, girl.”

Her mouth tastes so good. Her body feels amazing. She pulls away, kissing down my jaw, stopping to lick the tattoo of her lips. The feel of her hot mouth, her soft lips, makes my hips rock up. God, I need inside this woman.

There’s no rushed scramble to get our clothes off. I mean, Iwanther naked, but I don’t want to send a tremor down my arm and fuck this whole thing up. So I continue to rub her ass, fingers dragging over the crease between her plump cheeks. She reaches for my zipper, slowly dragging the tines down to reveal my chest and abdomen.

“I missed this,” she says, taking her time to kiss her way down my chest, exhaling a hot breath on my nipple. My fingers twitch, brushing against the rim of her asshole.

“Fuck,” she breathes, back arching, pushing those fantastic tits in my face.

“Feel good?”

“Mmhmm.” She refocuses, spreading the sides of my hoodie to expose my chest, but not taking it off. She’s aware of my limitations, and I get a tickle of fear that she’ll call this off, but to my relief, she runs her hands over my body and grinds against me with a heat so wet I can feel it through my shorts.

I push at the hem of her shirt. “Let me see your tits.”

Lav lifts her shirt and before she even gets it over her head, my mouth is latched to her nipple. “Jesus,” I mumble, mouth full, “I’ve missed these.”

She tosses the shirt and reaches down, releasing my cock from the confines of my shorts. When fingers graze over the soft tip, spreading the drop of cum over the head, I fall back against the seat and groan.

“You gonna tease me all night?” I ask, my hand moving to fist the base. I’m about to blow.

“You don’t like it?”

“I like it, LB, but I haven’t been inside you in weeks, and unless you want me to shoot off in my hand, you better pick up the pace.”

She rises to her knees, making room for me to slide my fingers over her clit to her pussy. I push one inside, then the other. “You ready for me?”

Her eyebrow cocks. “Are you ready?”

I was born for a lot of things, but fucking this girl has been the only one on my mind since the first day I saw her. I set my jaw, bracing for impact, then stroke my cock and slot it againsther entrance. She’s slick and wet. Her eyes are on mine as I push into her wet heat.

“I’m okay.” Fuck, better than okay, although I do resist the urge to thrust into her. Pushing her hair back over her shoulder, I add, “All I’ve wanted is to feel your tight pussy around me, and it’s goddamn spectacular.”

She gives me what I want, lowering herself and taking me deep. Our eyes and bodies meet, and we both exhale, the ball of tension in my jaw loosening just a bit.

“All good?” She leans into me, tits pressed against my chest.

“The fucking best.” I lean back, hands moving to her hips and pulling her to me, ignoring the stab of pain in my neck. Worth it. “That’s it, Little Bird, ride me.”

Placing her hands on my chest, she rocks into me, slow at first, but with each stroke she picks up the pace. My eyes roam between her tits and face, the surge of want making it hard to focus. I swallow, thumb rolling over her nipple, making her legs clamp around me.