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More. I want so much more.

Time stops whenever I’m with him. The world freezes, making us the only two people who could possibly exist. Rationale and logic become fleeting, desire and need the only emotions present.

I don’t even register the elevator stopping, but Cullen must because he loops his hands around my waist and lifts me toward him as the doors open. I don’t even think twice, letting the momentum guide me. I hook my legs around his hips and tighten my hold on his shoulders, making it so there is no need for us to break.

Nothing matters right now except for the man before me.

Cullen’s stride is strong and steady as he guides us through the brightly lit hallway before pressing me against the wall and fumbling for his phone to open the door beside us.

It’s only when he carries me inside his apartment that a shot of reality breaks through my lustful haze. My eyes peek open, fueled by the curiosity of examining his space. Cullen tosses his phone on the marble island, not even bothering to switch on any of the lights. I only have a few seconds to take in the open floor plan, not nearly enough time, before I’m dragged back under his heady kiss.

The next thing I know, I’m falling onto a bed, the plush mattress bouncing under my body before it dips with Cullen’s weight. He kneels on either side of me, a towering man commanding my whole attention. He has me caught, staring at me like a predator about to devour his prey, and I want nothing more than to succumb to his attack.

My thighs squeeze together in wanton anticipation.

“You’re a vision, Verity, and you’re all mine.” Cullen trails the back of his fingers across my cheek, resting momentarily on my chin before continuing down the center of my throat and stopping mid-breastbone where the neckline of my dress starts. My skin pebbles under his touch even though it feels like I’m on fire. The moonlight through the window reflects his hazel eyes, which turn almost black as he utters low, “All mine.”

He kisses me like a starved man, the short stubble on his face subtly burning my soft skin. His weight settles on my hips, his thick length making itself known as he grinds against me.

The typically caring and sweet Cullen is quickly replaced with the ravenous, carnal one before me, and I am living for it. My skin ignites at the way his switch is flipped, how he becomes this rabid beast who is pawing at my body like he owns every inch of it.

It unlocks something within me.

I claw at his shirt, a newfound desperation guiding my hands to rip the fabric away at any cost. I want to feel him, want his skin on mine.

Cullen seems to get the message because within seconds his shirt is flung to the ground, a few buttons ripping loose in the process. His belt is next to go.

My breath stalls in my lungs as he breaks our kiss to sit back up and undo the top button of his pants. I’m mesmerized as he stands and takes them off, drawing my attention to the straining length in his black boxers.

I kick off my heels, sitting up and unzipping the side of my dress before shimmying out of the cursed fabric. I don’t want anything on my body except him.

“Fuck, Verity.” Cullen runs a hand over his dick, eyes hooded as he watches me.

It sends another pulsing wave to my clit, that lustful haze returning. It banishes all thoughts except those of the man in front of me. The man I want.

Before I can register what I am doing, I’ve slipped off the bed and onto the ground. The floorboards bite into my knees, a momentary discomfort as I position myself before him. I reach for the top of his boxers, admiring the deep V of muscle that disappears below the waistband. There’s a small scar on his hip right above it, the only flaw on his perfect skin.

Cullen places a hand over my fingers.

“Verity, you don’t have—”

I tug.

Oh crap. That thing is a lot thicker than I expected. Holy shit. How the hell is this man so hung? It’s not like he is seven foot tall or built like a bulky athlete. Who knew he was packing?

The tip is beading with pre-cum. I lick my lips at the sight, my pussy clutching at the obvious arousal he has for me.

My hunger drives me, my lips forming an oval shape as I take him in my mouth and see just how far I can go. There’s probably only an inch left before I start to gag, and I view it as a challenge, pushing myself to take all of him.

Cullen swears as my lips close around the hilt. I pull back, a trail of saliva webbing between my bottom lip and his dick as I smile up at him, victorious.

“Fuck.” He threads his hands into my hair, gripping my skull and guiding me back down.

Excitement pours into me. It’s like I’m on some power trip. The knowledge that a no one like me has a man like him straining with want, that just my presence, my being, brings him to this state, it’s intoxicating.

I bob up and down on his dick, hollowing out my cheeks as I suck. I can feel the veins contrasting against his velvet skin as my tongue presses up against him. His fullness is a weight that I take pride in, choking on his length as I strive to please him.

“That’s it,” he urges me on. “Take it.”