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“Fuck,” I moan to the ceiling. There is a sharp pain on my nipple as I jerk my eyes down to see what it was. Warrick has pushed one of his claws out to flick my nipple with it. “Oh, goddess.”

“Someone likes a little pain with her pleasure. Wonder what this will do then?”

My elbows push me up so I can see what he is doing. I watch in rapt attention as he reaches back down between us with the claw extended. My eyes bulge as his claw moves toward my clit. He can’t be serious.

He smirks at the look on my face right before he uses the tip of the claw to flick the swollen bud. The explosion of sensation from that simple motion feels as though he flicked a switch. My back bows off the bed as the tingles rush across my body.

“That’s three already.” He leans down, kissing up my neck. “I think you can do two more.”

He rolls us to put me on top. The new angle makes him feel even larger than before. My hands fall to his chest to prop myself up. I move to adjust my legs, forcing him to hit a new place deep inside me. “Fuck, you’re so deep. It’s like you are hitting my stomach on the inside. How does this thing fit in your jeans?”

A laugh rumbles out of him. “You are in charge of your orgasm now. Use me however you need to. Hold on.”

I grip his shoulders as he scoots us back up the bed toward the headboard. His head rests on the pillow as he looks between me and the headboard above him. Giving the clear signal to live out my fantasy. Leaning forward, I grip the wood, feeling the wood bite into my skin as I roll my hips forward, my mouth dropping open at the new feeling. Loving how it feels, I keep rolling andtesting different ways to find which is my favorite. One of the ways hits just perfectly.

“That’s it, Aspen. Right there. Fuck, this feels so good,” Warrick chants to me.

I lift my hips as I work up and down, testing out this new way. “Put your hands on my hips, and dig your nails in.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, quickly doing what I asked. The pierce of my skin under his nails is exactly what I need to push myself further into my next orgasm.

“Right there,” I moan as I continue to move myself along his length.

I move down to roll my hips, creating the perfect friction between us. With the pain, friction, and the angle he is hitting, it doesn’t take me long to crest over the hill again.

My body shakes as exhaustion racks my body from the overstimulation. I could fall asleep with how tired I suddenly feel.

“That’s my good girl. One last time and then we can shower.”

“I can’t. There’s no way,” I shake my head as I fall to his chest while trying to catch my breath.

“Giving up on me already?” he mumbles as he moves his mouth along my chin. My hair is sticking to my damp skin as he pushes it over my shoulder.

“I feel like I could pass out right here,” I murmur as I nuzzle against his neck.

He licks my neck up to my ear as he whispers, “One more,” as he rolls us back to him on top. “Let’s make this one quick.” Hishand grips under my knee, pulling it over his shoulder, reaching a whole new place that feels deeper than before. Fuck.

“Don’t worry, it won’t take long for the both of us. Then we will soak in the tub together.” He rapidly thrusts while rubbing my clit.

He wasn’t wrong. Before I can even consider another orgasm, he has already ripped it out of me while following me over the hurdle.

The guttural roar that comes from his throat could’ve shattered the windows. “Fuck, Rose, you are going to kill me.”

“Me?” I squeal.

“Yes, you.” He leans down, nipping my neck. “I already want to go again and we just finished.”

With slow, deliberate motions, he pulls out of me as the gush of wetness follows him. His feet hit the floor before he bends down to scoop me into his arms.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you to the bath, like I said,” he says as he turns toward the door leading to the bathroom.

When the light flicks on, you see an earthy bathroom with dark blue walls, stone tiles, and a deep tub large enough for two. The corner has glass walls framing the shower with a rainfall shower head dangling down from the ceiling. The double vanity has a dark wood base with a stone countertop.

My feet hit the cold tiles as he gently sets me down. The water roars to life as he twists the handle all the way on. Plugging the tub, he reaches over to pour soap in. I watch him as he moves gracefully around the bathroom, collecting supplies as he goes.My ankles are crossed as I stand here with my hands clasped together, not sure if there is something that I should be doing. When he seems satisfied with his stash of supplies, he turns to me with his hand reaching out.

“Come on, let’s get you washed up.”