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“More,” I beg as he releases my breasts.

Miles kisses down my body, and I spread my legs wider so he can fit between them. He grips my panties, tearing them easily. I gasp as he tosses the shreds aside and licks his lips, growling slightly as he spreads my pussy lips.

“So wet,” he murmurs as his thumb rubs over my clit.

“Miles!” I scream, my hips shooting off the bed.

“And so sensitive.” He chuckles.

“So needy!” I snap.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he leans forward and buries his face in my center.

“Miles! Oh, God!” I choke out.

His tongue flicks, rolling over my clit and down to my snug opening. It dips inside slightly, and I push down, trying to take more of him.

“So greedy,” he says against my thigh.

“Miles, please!”

He buries his face in my pussy, and this time, he doesn’t stop. Not until I scream his name and come all over his face.

“Oh. My. God,” I pant.

He kisses my clit one more time and climbs up my body. “Ready?”

“Hmm,” I agree in a lust-filled daze.

His cock nudges my opening, and our eyes lock. We don’t say anything, but somehow, I know. It’s time.

I turn my head to the side, offering him my neck, and his eyes flash.

“Mate,” he growls.

I feel his lips against my neck and then the quick sting of his teeth as they sink into my flesh.

“Ah!” I cry out at the exact second he thrusts into me.

Full. So full.

That’s all I can feel. It’s like I can’t take a deep breath. He’s everywhere. In me, surrounding me, consuming me.

He licks over the bite mark, and I cry out again, this time in pleasure.

“That was…” I trail off, and he licks it again.

A baby orgasm rolls through me, and my thighs relax slightly around his hips. He licks the mark again, and I clench around him.

“Mate,” I whisper.

His eyes lock with mine, and we stare at each other as he starts to move inside me. Slow at first. He’s letting me adjust to his size and the sensation of him inside me. It takes a few thrusts before the pain is gone. All that’s left is pleasure and a feeling of completeness.

“Miles,” I sigh as our bodies rock together.

My hips rise to meet each of his thrusts, and we cling to each other as we race toward our peaks.

“Mabel, God, you feel so good,” he groans against my skin.