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“Why?”

He smirks at the change in me. Such a rarity. Like a black diamond.

“You’ll like it. You’ll end up on your knees, day and fucking night.” His lips coast along my jawline, my throat. His cock impales me, demanding that I submit. That I let go. “Begging for me like the sweet whore you are.”

“Oh God. Oh my—oh—oh—fuck.” This orgasm isn’t an orgasm I’ve experienced before.

It’s a seismic wave that steals my breath from me. My senses. Kaleb’s talking, but I don’t hear him. I barely see or feel anything. I float, float, float.

Then I slam back down to earth.

“Beautiful. Yes. Yes, keep coming for me. Don’t you dare stop.” I hear everything and now it’s loud. His hoarse voice. The slapping of our bodies. “I could look at you for days. Years. Make you come just like that and I’ll never have enough. I’ll take care of you. No one else. Me.”

His confidence is intoxicating. His thumb rubs my throat. The ripped muscles of his stomach roll against my clit, elongating my climax.

He’s giving me pleasure like nothing I’ve ever experienced. How is that even possible? He’s a virgin. He told me so.

But Jesus. I can’t stop coming. I’m delirious with it.

“That look you’re giving me. Wipe the surprise off your face, Shi.” His lips twist in a snarl. Despite how much he cares for me, he’s still Kaleb. Harsh. Relentless. Ruthless as hell. “I didn’t need to fuck anyone else to know how to fuckyou.”

His fist tightens around my throat.

“Please.” The lack of air is giving me a heady feeling. I’m hurting everywhere, my wrists, my breasts, my pussy. I think I might black out. I think I might love it. “Please. I’m sorry. You. You know how to fuck me. How to take care of me. You.”

“That’s my girl,” he groans, his mouth pressing into mine. Our tongues swipe against one another, and there’s nothing wrong with us anymore. How could I believe there ever was? “Come for me. Again. Milk my cock fucking dry. Want to fill you up with babies.”

Babies.

It’s crossing a line. Worse than that.

There’s no line at all.

We’re burning it down.

Both of us. Because, as crazy as it might sound, I want it. Him. A home together. When the time is right. I’d exchange my soul to have it. For years, something has been missing from my life.

Then Kaleb saidbabies, and everything made sense.

The timing isn’t right, though.

You know what, fuck the timing. I don’t care about anything else right now. Just him.

“Help me,” I beg, the need turning me into a mindless woman I don’t recognize. “Help me. I need you.”

An evil glint flashes behind his eyes. He destroys me with one last kiss before getting up on his knees, lifting my ass and railing me. Deeper, somehow. His barbell. His cock. His touch. Fuck.

When his gaze cuts to the place where our bodies are joined, his jaw tightens.

“What?” I haven’t done this before. Maybe he’s disappointed. I won’t be able to take it if he is. Anything but that. “What’s wrong?”

He pulls back, pausing to run a finger over his length. Getting blood on his fingertip.

Then he brings it to his nose.

And inhales the scent.

Before I have a chance to be mortified, Kaleb sucks it into his mouth, groaning as he drags it in and out of him.