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Down, boy.

She felt so small and vulnerable beneath him, half his size and yet… his everything.

He licked up the side of her neck until her pulse throbbed against his tongue. Closing his mouth over the spot, he sucked lightly, his hands stilling so her laughter died away into a stunned moan.

If he heeded Violet’s advice, he just needed Tamsyn to come a half dozen times and he could claim her. Soft and sated was the key, but he guessed she’d be barely lucid by the time he wrung that sixth orgasm from her exhausted body.

She moaned again, her hands lifting to fist his hair, going so far as to tilt her head toward the fire so his mouth had better access to her neck. Inexperienced she might be, but she was learning how to express her needs.

Merrick shifted his weight onto his right leg, urging her to curl hers around his thigh. The small change in position gave him room to slip his hand between them, fingers petting her curls before he slid them down lower to circle the hot, tight hole he craved.

Dampness met his fingertips; he felt her flinch.

“It’s only me, darlin’. This sweet pussy’s gone shy on me, hasn’t she?” Lifting his head, he kissed her. Slow and soft at first, giving his hunger release inch by inch until he devoured her mouth like a starving man. He broke the kiss when her pelvis lifted, arching a brow at her. “Am I being too gentle for you, little owl?”

Brilliant color shot into her cheeks, staining the tips of her ears.

Okay, he could work with that. Quite easily, in fact.

He kissed her again, skipping the tenderness and going in for the kill. A fierce, bruising kiss that appealed to the beast inside him—and more importantly, to the sleeping sub hibernating inside her. He nipped her lower lip, tugging on it until she whimpered, and the dampness amplified into slick, wet heat.

Chuckling, pleased with the shocked look in her eyes, he nipped her again, relishing the pull of her hands in his hair. Someone had a sneaky hidden masochist streak rising to the surface, even if she didn’t understand it.

Working his way down her body, he balanced kisses with bites, setting his teeth on her flesh to leave a trail of faint indents in his wake. Soothing them with his tongue, teasing the sensitive areas he already knew and seeking out new ones.

Her ribs, the underside of her breasts.

An unexpected spot on her hip.

Her belly button.

The noises she made as his tongue rimmed that cute indentation were beautiful music.

By the time he reached the holy grail, her legs were voluntarily hooked over his shoulders, and his prize was weeping. She was perfect—plump labia, her clit peeking from under its hood, her slit beautifully blushed and glistening.

“Six is the magic number, Tamsyn. Do you want to keep count or should I?”

She watched him owlishly, her eyes round and slightly blurred. Her hands were still in his hair, but their grip was looser now. She gave him a little tap-tap on the scalp, then blew out a breath.

Merrick’s cock throbbed, thoroughly unimpressed with the game. It wantedinsideher, where it was hot and tight, her muscles strangling it from root to tip.

Just like this, he thought, easing a finger into the narrow sheath. He groaned when she squeezed him, her juices silky and plentiful. He added another, feeling her quiver as her flesh stretched to accommodate the intrusion.

She responded well to his mouth, which he loved. He was a man who had no problem being on his knees, worshipping a pretty pussy, but when that pussy was his,all fucking his,the pleasure was tenfold.

After too many long, stressful days of convincing himself that he wasn’t the man who should do this, she was finally going to be his completely, consequences be damned.

To his delight, her first orgasm didn’t take long to sweep through her, a silent swell of pleasure squeezing his digits. Even though she apparently needed a little rough to get her engine purring, he was careful not to push her body’s limits too far, too fast.

That was coming soon enough.

“Give me another, Tamsyn,” he coaxed, lapping up the sweetness leaking around his pumping fingers. “The more you come, the quicker you get all of me.”

The muscles in her thighs trembled, her heels digging into his back. She tried to ride his fingers, her hips finding an awkward rhythm that wasn’t quite hitting the spot. Her quiet mewls of frustration did devilish things to his cock.

He worked his fingers in and out, scissoring and rotating them, carefully relieving that tightness he yearned to feel around the base of his shaft. Her pussy was a greedy little thing, sucking on his fingers, demanding more.

The pump of his hand grew steadily faster, kneading her G-spot until she clenched hard. Closing his mouth over her clit, he sucked firmly, pleased when her second orgasm erupted with a small, helpless cry. Without giving her respite, he kept it rolling into a third, pushing her hard for a fourth.