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MAX

I pull back slightly, just to stare down at her beautiful face. Her body is sated, relaxed underneath me, while mine is pulsating with need. Having her in my arms, feeling her body tremble because of what I’m doing to her – hearing her scream my name… This is bliss. I could die happy right this second, never going any farther than this.

Anna’s breathing slows from those soft little hitches that drove me crazy and I brush her cheek, unable to keep from touching her. She glances up at me from behind those long lashes and it’s like she’s peeling back every layer of my soul.

“Max,” she says softly, her hands brushing over my back. Her legs open and while I want nothing more than to slide into her softness and release the fire burning inside me, I’m not risking anything.

I’ve stripped her body bare, but I want her to be all in.

“Tell me you want this,” I say, hoarsely, needing the words.

She pulls me down for a kiss and I give in for a minute, letting my mouth plunder the softness of her lips. My heart is pounding, and my cock grazes her entrance as her hips slide upwards, seeking me. It’s sweet torture and I indulge in the tease, slipping against her wetness, desperate thrust hard and fast, but I hold back.

I hold myself up, her mewl of frustration making my cock twitch. “Say it, Anna.”

“I’m begging you…” she whimpers.

I shake my head. “Tell me what you want, beautiful girl.” I hold her in place, my fingers resting on her temples so there’s nowhere to look but directly at me. Her golden eyes are dazed with need. “Tell me who you want.” I nearly bite back the words, terrified she’ll hear the vulnerability in my voice, but I’ve wanted this – her – for so long and I need this commitment from her right now.

I’ll worry about the rest of the commitments I want later.

Her eyes darken to burnished copper and she licks her lips. “I want you, Max. I want you inside me.”

I groan, the words releasing something in my chest and drop my mouth to hers again. She whimpers, shifting against me so I can settle between her satin thighs. I press into her pussy, so hot and wet and slowly ease into her tightness. It’s a tease, and her nails scrape down my back as I thrust shallowly, with just enough friction to make both of us gasp, but not nearly enough to satisfy the driving ache building inside me.

“Harder,” she whispers, her nails digging into my muscles, an exquisite pleasure-pain that makes my cock surge, but I know my size and the last thing I want is to hurt her.

I still, even though I think I’m about to have a stroke. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart, taking my cock so easily. Just a little more patience.”

“I’m fresh out,” she wails, her pussy clenching around the tip of my cock.

Thank God, because if she does that again, I’m going to come before I get started.

I try to control my breathing, easing in another inch. “Good girl,” I murmur, noting the pretty pink flush on her chest that matches the dark pink of those succulent nipples. “Because I don’t think I can wait anymore either.”

I shift again, reaching down between us, gently sliding my fingers through her wetness. I stroke her clit, feeling the rush of wetness that lets me slide in all the way and my head falls back at the heavenly way her pussy tightness around my cock, like hot, wet silk.

“Fuck, Anna, you feel so goddamn perfect.”

My fingers feel how stretched she is around me and I work her flesh until she’s shivering and arching beneath me. Right now, her pleasure is the only thing that matters to me. Every time she lies in bed, every time she touches herself, I want her to remember how I make her feel.

She claimed me two years ago, and now I’m claiming her.

“Are you okay?” I ask, even though just breathing is killing me.

Her breathing stutters and she wraps those long legs around me, pulling me closer. “More than okay. Let go, Max.”

Something breaks loose in my chest as she parrots my words back to me, and I thrust hard, feeling those ripples starting in her core. It’s all the encouragement I need. I try to move slowly at first, rolling my hips just to see the way her eyes flutter with the movement, but soon she’s clutching at me, desperate for more and I can’t hold back.

I piston in and out of her, pounding her into the mattress, but she meets me every single time with a flex of her hips. I pick up the pace, feeling the tightness build at the base of my spine. Anna matches the rhythm I’ve set like we’ve done this a thousand times before.

If I have my way, we’ll be doing this for thousands of nights to come.

“Max,” she breathes, her eyes wild, her blonde hair spread out over the pillow like starlight. “It’s so good.”

Her words wash over me, filling every little crevice in my heart with what she didn’t say. We’re so good. Something shifts inside me. Something terrifying and wonderful all at once.

“Say my name again,” I murmurs, and I don’t care that she can hear the need thick in my voice.

“Max.”

“You’re so good, baby.” Her thighs tighten and I can feel the tension coiling in her body, the ripples in her pussy pulsing around my cock. I need her to come first. I slide a hand back between us, spreading her open, and angle my hips so every single thrust hits that sensitive bud. Deliberately, I focus on deep, direct thrusts until she’s mindless, my name dropping from her lips in a litany that makes me feel like a god.

“Come for me,” I growl, driving her up the bed as I pound into her softness.

Her scream echoes in my ear as her orgasm crashes through her, triggering mine, my strokes erratic now as she clenches around me, milking me until I’m gasping for breath, burying myself inside her as white-hot pleasure envelopes us both.

I catch myself before I crush her, lowering myself to my elbows and dropping a kiss on her nose. Her eyes are closed, and her shallow breaths match mine. “You okay?” I ask when she doesn’t move for long seconds. I brush the long strands of her hair away from her face.

Her eyes drift open and she smiles softly, nodding. “Mmm-hmm. You?”

“More than okay.”

She laughs as I give her back her words from earlier and the sound is like bells. God, I have it bad.

But I wouldn’t change a thing.