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I didn’t wait for her answer. Grabbing a condom from the drawer, I quickly sheathed myself and entered her violently, only stopping once I was fully seated.

FUCK!

I buried my head in her neck, willing myself to go slow. I deserved more than a few pumps. I wanted to spend hours inside this woman.

My lips latched onto her neck, sucking and licking until she squirmed beneath me.

“Duncan, I need you to move.”

“Not yet,mo bandia. If I move now, it will all be over in the blink of an eye. Watching you come has me so on edge myself, I’m afraid one stroke inside your warm pussy will have me falling apart.”

Was I being too honest? Maybe.

I was certainly giving her the ammunition to have power over me. This woman could own me if she wanted to. All it would take was a smile and crook of her finger and I would follow her anywhere.

Lifting my head, I looked at her face. “Open your eyes, Freyja. I want to watch as you come undone.”

When she opened her eyes, I pulled back, pushing in with excruciating control. I slowly reentered her and stared as everything she felt showed on her gorgeous face.

Every inch of push and pull changed her expression. From agony as I pulled out, morphing into pure bliss when I pushed back in. Fuck, she was killing me. I wouldn’t last much longer with the pleasure I saw etched into her features.

I wanted to see that look every day. Morning, noon, and night. Fuck Sal and the family. This woman was it for me. Iwanted to be consumed by her. I wanted to step out of the darkness that had been my life since birth and bask in the light of her shadows.

Her breathing picked up. She was getting close. The walls of her pussy fluttered over my dick and I squeezed my own eyes shut, unable to handle the intense feeling of being inside this woman.

Two chance meetings and I found myself in paradise.

There was still a small voice inside my head asking if they were really by chance. A voice that sounded a lot like my boss. I pushed it aside and concentrated on Freyja’s pleasure. Mine would come when hers did.

I rocked back and forth, her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels digging into my ass. Giving me just enough pain to hold back my orgasm.

Gathering her in my arms, I rolled us over so she was on top of me.

“Ride me, Freyja. Take what you need.”

She looked at me from above, her dark hair falling around her face. Her violet eyes darkened to a seductive plum. Her smile spread and she placed her hands on my chest.

Rising and falling, she gave no thought to me. Taking me at my word, she rode me as though I was nothing but a tool for her enjoyment.

Throwing her head back, she arched forward, moving her hands behind her before grabbing onto my thighs. Her nails dug into my flesh. It wouldn’t have surprised me if she’d drawn blood.

“Come for me, Freyja. Use me selfishly for your pleasure. I wanna see you fall apart so I can put you back together.”

My thumb circled her clit, and her walls clamped down. I jack-knifed up and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her lipsto mine. As much as I wanted to hear her scream my name, I wanted to swallow her orgasm and let it fuel mine.

Falling back on the bed, I brought her with me. My hands reached her for ass and I squeezed and massaged as I crushed her against me. Her hands pulled at my hair in her frenzied state and I pumped faster. My goal was to bring her to the edge and follow her over it.

I felt her body stiffen. “That’s it,mo bandia. Let go. Come with me.”

Her body shot up, and her mouth opened on a silent cry as I pumped harder. Desperation fueled my thrusts. I wanted to explode inside her while she held my cock hostage in her warm cavern.

“Duncan.”

Her whispered cry was enough to end me. My balls pulled up inside my body, forcing me to detonate. With my heels planted on the bed, I arched my hips and shot my cum into the condom. And for a moment, I wished I was bare.

Despite my reluctance to become a father and provide fodder for our enemies, it didn’t stop me from wanting to paint her insides. Claim her as mine.

We fell back to the bed, a mess of tangled limbs and heavy breaths. Our bodies, slick with sweat, stayed locked together. I didn’t want to let her go.