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I drop her onto the table gently, reaching up to cup her face in my hands. I regretfully pull away, using my hold to force her head up to mine. Her legs fall to either side of my hips, fingers curling around my belt loops.

“You’ve really fucked everything up, haven’t you? First, I knock a guy out for you, then I fall for you. What a mess.”

She smiles in my grasp, angling her head as much as she can. “You gonna punish me for it?”

Sweet god.

“Jesus,” I hiss, biting back a groan when her hand slides to the front of my pants, wrapping around my clothed, very hard dick. “The devil must have sent you to me.”

She reaches up, moving one of my hands from her jaw to her throat. With her fingers, she wraps mine around the column of her neck and encourages me to squeeze, all while her eyes are on me.

“You should write him a thank-you card. ”

I tighten my grip and the pleasure that washes over her face has me ready to come without being touched. She gasps, perfect mouth popping open, dark eyes burning into my face—a look of desire so potent that it feels sinful not to please her.

“Trust me,” I grumble, leaning down until our mouths are almost touching, “after I’m through with you, you’re the one who is going to be thanking me.”

I crush my mouth to hers, hand tightening on her throat.

She makes an ungodly sound into my mouth, our kiss messy, filthy, and utterly unholy.

Without daring to stop, I reach between us and tear her sweatpants down her legs.

She helps me where she can and immediately dives for mine until they’re off and my briefs follow suit.

She’s still kissing me, even as I lean her back, and she reaches between us and wraps her hand around me without ever pulling away.

I groan into her mouth, my hand slapping against the table to keep myself upright.

“Fuck,” I hiss, ripping my lips from hers. I glance between our bodies to where she’s stroking me.

She shuffles to the end of the table and spreads her legs, showing me that perfect, divine view. She takes control, urging me forward, gently swiping me through her folds.

Yeah, I might not make it out of this one alive.

“That’s good,” I grumble, watching. She knows I get off on being told or shown what she wants, and she’s really fucking proving that right now, She’s soaked, and I can’t describe how it feels to know she gets this effected before I’ve even touched her. I swallow, glancing up at her. “Condom?”

She bites her bottom lip and looks from our bodies to my face, positioning me at her entrance. All she does is shake her head, but she waits, with her warmth fucking beckoning me. A request or a demand, I’m not sure, but I know the answer. If she wants it, I’ll do it.

I slide one hand to her hip, brushing my thumb against the divet of her skin, and push myself inside her.

Her head falls back, a sharp breath leaving her throat. That’s not happening. I reach out, grabbing her by the back of her neck, and I force her to stay upright.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I bite out, slowly driving forward until I’m buried completely inside her. A low groan leaves my mouth as I bottom out. Her brow furrows and her mouth falls open. “You’re going to tell me what you want, and I’m going to give it to you. Remember?”

I thrust upward, the dining room table shifting back an inch at the force. Arden moans, her red hair falling in front of her face, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip. I lean down and kiss her roughly, open-mouthed—hot as fuck.

She gasps when I reach between us and slide my fingers through her.

It only takes seconds before she’s falling forward, clinging to me like she can’t stay up on her own.

I guess she didn’t have to tell me what she wanted.

I read her mind. She shatters around me, squeezing me tightly, bringing me closer to the edge with each pulse of her release.

“Oh, wow,” she says, breathlessly, her mouth on my neck. “More. Please, more.”

“How, Red?” I grumble, my grip tightening on the back of her neck. “More how?”

“Harder,” she whispers against my skin.

As she wishes.

I force her thighs further apart, driving my hips into hers.

She’s tired now, hanging on for the ride, but spent.

The feeling of her biting against the skin of my shoulder, how she grabs onto me to keep herself upright, all of it, it sends me to the edge quicker than I’d like.

I’d prefer to give her at least two orgasms before I give myself one. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.

“Lean back,” I grumble, and she does. She scrambles out of my arms, and I slip myself out of her, gliding myself between her legs instead.

I drag myself against her most sensitive spots, cherishing the way her eyes flutter at the feeling.

I’m gentle with the pressure, remembering how she likes to be touched.

I watch in utter fucking heaven as she crumbles again for a second time just like that, and I follow behind her.

I groan deeply as I come, painting her skin with my release.

The territorial beast in me nearly comes for a second time at the sight of her body marked by me. “Damn.”

The most beautiful image in the world.

She smiles up at me, sleepy and relieved. “ ‘Damn’ is right.”

“Still feel the same way after some post-orgasm clarity?” I ask, brushing her thigh with my thumb, still pressed against her.

She lets out a little laugh. “I’m glad you brought this up. I actually think that conversation was a mistake. We were a bit too hasty.”

I smile, leaning down to kiss her softly. She reaches up to cup my face, deepening it, slowing down the pace of our mouths until it feels a bit like falling in love.

Her eyes search mine when she pulls away. “Nothing’s ever been clearer for me.”

I swallow, nodding, and kiss her again because I want to. “Yeah, I’m starting to realize that you might be the only thing that’s ever made sense to me, Red.”