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The tips of her cheeks flushed. ‘Oh.’

He leant in again, circling her nipple with his tongue before leaving a trail of heated kisses up to her neck, lingering where her pulse fluttered beneath her skin. ‘Can I fuck you now?’ he murmured into the shell of her ear.

She was already arching into him, already grinding her wet core against his cock. ‘Yes,’ she breathed. ‘Yes.’

Wilder sat back on his knees and looked at her, his mouth going dry at the sight of her flushed breasts and peaked nipples, and then lower, where her legs parted around him, leaving her utterly exposed to him. He dragged a finger down her centre, through the wetness he found there.

‘You ready?’ he asked, his voice thick with desire.

She writhed against him, seeking more friction. ‘Yes.’

Wilder gripped her hips, tilting them towards him, lining himself up to slide home, but not before he lifted her legs high, so that the backs of her thighs pressed against his torso, and her knees hooked over his shoulders.

Thea’s eyes went wide.

Only then did he push inside her, sliding in and in, watching as her mouth parted in a shocked cry of pleasure. He waited a beat for her to adjust to the size of him, knowing that from this angle he was deeper than he’d been before —

Thea jerked her hips against him, demanding more.

A slow, dark smile curved his lips. ‘Use your words, Princess,’ he said. ‘What do you want?’

Thea gave an impatient cry. ‘Harder,’ she panted. ‘Faster. Rougher.’

Wilder gripped her thighs, hard enough to bruise. ‘I can give you that,’ he murmured, sliding out almost completely, before he thrust back inside her, over and over again, exactly how she wanted. Gods, she was tight. So tight he could barely breathe, the sensation utterly overwhelming.

Soon, Thea’s moans echoed off the walls, and it was all Wilder could do to keep the feral beast within him at bay as he fucked her, her feet by his ears, his own pleasure building and building with every thrust. He drank in the sight of her breasts bouncing, of the hand that drifted south, down her body to her clit.

He’d never seen anything so beautiful, so sensual, as watching Thea touch herself while he pumped hard inside her, over and over.

Desire raced through him like a drug, leaving his skin ablaze and his heart near bursting. He craved this –her– the heat of her driving him to a new place of madness, making him lightheaded with ecstasy. When he was on the verge of losing it, he flipped her on her side and fucked her from behind, drawing ragged gasps from her.

The decadent sounds she made vibrated down his cock and through his balls, coaxing his own moans of pleasure from the back of his throat, and driving those carnal, savage instincts within.

‘Fuck, Wilder,’ Thea cried.

‘Are you going to come for me, Thea?’ He hardly recognised the low rumble of his own voice, darkened with need. He grabbed her by the inner thigh and hooked her leg back over his, spreading her wide, his fingers finding her clit, pressing down.

With a shout, Thea bucked at the contact and spots swam in his vision he sank even deeper inside her.

She rocked against him, meeting every one of his punishing thrusts.

He kissed her shoulder, scraping his teeth along her skin.

‘Wilder, I’m going to —’

She cried out amid the haze of lust, clenching around him as he fucked her through her climax, drawing out every last drop of pleasure, circling her clit until she was quaking beneath his touch.

‘I’ve got you,’ he whispered into her hair, holding her tight to his chest as a sob escaped her.

For a moment, all he could hear was her ragged breaths. But then Thea moved. Slipping his still aching cock from her, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him.

‘And I’ve got you,’ she said, trailing her nails down his chest, lowering herself onto the length of him.

Wilder’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. ‘Gods…’ he moaned as she took him, every inch. Heat swelled at the base of his spine and in his balls as she rode him, dragging the pleasure from him just as he had with her. A dark fever of desire took hold of him then, and he had to move, had to claim her with everything he had.

In a blur, Wilder gripped her backside and stood, taking her with him and kicking over the bedside table to get better access to the wall, crushing his body to hers.

She cried out as her back hit the cold surface, and he trapped her there, thrusting into her wet heat as her fingers tangled in his hair and his mouth closed over hers.