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“Feels perfect,” I moaned. “Feels so good already.”

“Harley,” he breathed. “Need you.”

“And I need you. Always.” I lifted my hips just enough to grasp his hardness by the base. Then it was easy, too easy, to guide the head of his cock to my pussy and slowly sink onto it.

I put my hands back on his chest and threw my head back as pleasure coursed through me.

“So good,” I breathed. “Perfect. A perfect fit.”

“Made for you,” Steph said.

I rolled my hips in smooth circles. The pressure felt incredible, and it was even better with Steph gazing at me like I was a goddess and he was my acolyte.

I found my rhythm and rocked back and forth on his cock, chasing my own pleasure. Sweat beaded on my temples and rolled down. “Touch me,” I begged.

Steph’s eyes burned an even deeper gold. He ran his hands up my thighs, over my hips, to my waist. He cupped my breasts and thumbed my nipples, sending delicious sparks of pleasure racing over my skin. Moaning, I threw my head back as pleasure lit up every nerve-ending in my body. Finally, he ran his hand over my belly and dipped his callused fingers between my legs.

I kept my rhythm, rolling my hips while Steph worked his fingers skillfully over my clit. He knew my body as well as he knew his cars, his motorcycle. He knew every way to make me purr.

Each roll of my hips pressed his cock deep inside me, bringing me closer to the edge. I gasped, rocking my hips faster and faster, lost to the sensation and the pleasure that was multiplied with each flick of his fingers against my clit.

“Steph,” I gasped. “Right there, right there. Don’t stop?—”

“Come, Harley,” he growled. His voice was so low I felt it roll down my spine. “Come for me, baby.”

I gasped his name again as I came hard. I slammed my eyes closed and trembled as my body clenched around him.

When I was able to open my eyes, Steph’s ravenous, alluring gaze was fixed on me.

“Hi,” I said with a dazed little smile. He was still hard inside me, and I was sensitive so soon after coming, but it still felt good. So fucking good.

I needed more.

Steph could sense it. He surged up, grabbed my waist, and flipped us. My back hit the mattress before I could even blink.

I moaned and wrapped my legs around his waist. He pinned me to the bed with a hard kiss andtookme, thrusting into me like he was claiming me. I held him close, and we kissed messily. I came again, trembling beneath him, and Steph followed me over the edge, growling with his lips against my throat.

Then he sighed and sank onto me.

I laughed. It was a bit of an airy sound, trapped as I was beneath that heavy dragon shifter. I hugged him close and kissed his cheek. We were both sweaty and flushed.

“Mm,” he mumbled. “I needed that.”

“I did, too,” I said.

I needed him. I needed the closeness, the connection.

After a few moments of recovery, he rolled off me, and we sprawled out on the bed. I took his hand in mine and ran my fingers over the peaks and valleys of his knuckles.

“What are you thinking about?” Steph asked.

He could always read me so well. No use trying to hide it. “I asked Mia about Thames.”

To my surprise, he didn’t seem shocked. “Mm. What did she tell you about him?”

“Enough. Enough to know what kind of man he is. That he’s into some really bad shit, Steph. Things I know you and the clan don’t want to be involved in.”

Next to me, Steph stiffened.