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“Fuck, Wildcat. You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he said, his voice strained and gruff.

My pulse thudded in my ears.

For a moment, we both stayed like that, all movement and sound paused, the air thick, this private world holding its breath.

With an unexpected jolt, he suddenly grasped me around the waist with both hands and lifted me to my feet. He rose, scooped me into his arms, and carried me to the bed, where he deposited me flat on my back. I bounced a little when I landed, the firm mattress hurting my blazing hot ass. With deft hands, he pulled my boots off, then my socks and my jeans, leaving me completely bare before him. Even after all he’d put me through, I blushed hard even though I still couldn’t see him. Without a word, he grabbed my legs, flipped me over my belly, lifted my hips clean off the bed and pushed my knees apart so that I was spread wide open for him.

The next thing I felt was him climbing onto the bed, his body heavy and strong behind me. My heart slammed against my ribs, the blood rushing in my ears.

Revealing a bit more of the effects the past hour was having on him, my unseen captor groaned, and then his fingers slid against the swollen, soaked flesh between my legs, slow and torturous.

“Such a needy little mate,” he crooned, his fingertips tracing along my folds, teasing and taunting. “This sweet pussy is practically screaming for me to take it, to fill it with my seed and breed it.”

I gasped at his words, a flush of heat spreading across my skin. While I could see nothing, he could see every inch of me, and I knew he was gazing at my most private places.

Then, without warning, he pushed two long fingers into me. I whimpered, squirming beneath him, the pressure almost too much.

He was unfazed by my reaction. His other hand clamped around my waist, holding me steady as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, hitting a spot that made the entire world spin. My hands fisted the blankets, my breath staccato and harsh.

It felt so fucking good.

Too good.

He leaned over me and pressed a kiss to the side of my neck, his fingers still working inside me, slow and purposeful.

“Don’t hold back, Wildcat. Let me hear you,” he ordered.

The orgasm slammed through me, stealing the air from my lungs and leaving me gasping, shaking, desperate.

I moaned, the sound muffled by the mattress, my hips rolling against his hand, seeking more, needing more. It was like I was a woman possessed. I couldn’t get enough. Wave after wave of exquisite hot bliss crashed through me, making my toes curl and my fingers dig into the soft blankets beneath me.

Another climax crashed into me, and I cried out, trembling beneath him.

But he didn’t stop.

He didn’t even slow down.

“More, Wildcat,” he commanded, and I obeyed.

Another climax shook me, and I keened, long and high, followed by an even more desperate cry when that damned finger foundthatspot right at that exact moment. He growled against the small of my back, the vibration making me dizzy, drunk with pleasure.

“Please,” I gasped, the word slipping out before I could stop it.

“Please what?”

“Please.”

“I need more than that, Wildcat. Beg for me. Tell me what you need.”

“You,” I whined, a shudder racking my frame. “I need you.”

“Say it again,” he demanded.

“Please,” I begged.

“Again.”

“Pleeeease!”