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“What are you doing, siren?” He asks with a light laugh.

“Nap,” I mutter back.

“You think so?”

I don’t trust the darkly smug sound of that voice right in my ear. My irritation takes a backseat when his palm smooths over my stomach to trail down.

“Again?” I ask, my eyes popping open in surprise.

There’s no way he can be hard again, not after all of that. We aren’t teens.

“I think you underestimate how much I’ve needed you. I told you my imagination is my worst enemy. I’ve been looking at the pictures of your place and making plans for days. Table. Kitchen counter. Couch. This bed. In my head they all have you in them, spread out and begging me to fuck you. To own this pussy because it’s mine. You’re mine. Because you don’t feel complete without me.”

His fingers dip inside me to slowly press in and out as my breath catches. Him and his damn perfect words. The gentleness of his movements almost isn’t enough. It surprises me that my body is all for this while my brain is insisting on sleep.

His body lines up with mine, pressing his erection against my cheeks.

“Poe?” The disbelief in my tone makes him chuckle.

“Shh. Get your nap, siren. I’ll find something else to do.”

He shifts down in the bed and raises my leg over his. The angle is perfect for him to slide right inside.

My body jolts, not ready for a second round after the harsh treatment from a minute ago.

He moans, kissing along my shoulder. His hips move in a languid, slow way that eases his penetration into a tease. Gently teasing sore flesh into warming for him. His fingers play at my entrance with gentle caresses that feel like an entirely different man.

I groan, unwillingly shifting to give him more access.

“I’ve imagined taking your ass when I bend you over the back of the couch. Taking you raw. Filling you up with cum to prove you’re mine.”

“You brought condoms,” I mutter back, his movements drugging me as much as his words.

“I can keep pretending I have manners,” he laughs darkly. “Until you’re begging me to fill you up. I won’t stop until you do.”

“I’m on the pill,” I taunt him with a wiggle of my hips. “I’m clean.”

The next thrust is harder before he pauses.

“Me, too. You have to say it, siren.”

I pretend to debate it, but his imagination has infected mine.

“Take it off,” I whisper in a barely there breath of sound.

He’s gone and back in seconds, slowly pressing inside me with a deep groan. I’ve never done this. I can already tell I’m going to get addicted.

His heat has intensified inside me. His entrance is smoother, as if this is how it’s supposed to be, and the barrier was a lie between us.

“Addie,” his voice comes out weak with pleasure, making me moan. “I’m so damn sensitive. This almost feels like too much. Too good. Are you ok?”

I nod weakly, lying still for his sultry seduction.

“Good,” his teeth nip at my shoulder. His lips trail up to my ear, forcing me to hear the way his breathing is slowly speeding up. Getting rougher. His other arm slides under my neck to pull me back into his chest. It forces the angle to change, making him choke.

“Right there,” he rasps, still barely churning his hips. I can feel him getting harder. The head is rubbing against my inner walls in a steady rhythm, teasing a bundle of nerves into wakefulness again.

I grab a handful of his hair and moan.