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He pauses, squeezes more lubricant onto himself and between my spread cheeks.

“Please!” I rasp.

He lowers his head, sucking on my shoulder as he presses his hips forward and then draws back.

I tear at the sheets and try to escape.

He holds me in place, driving deeper. “Where do you think you’re going? Should I strap you down, little girl? And lock a collar around your neck, so you remember how to be a good little slave?”

I shriek as I come, racked with a powerful orgasm that rattles my bones.

“Mmm. Good girl.” He resumes a punishing rhythm, sodomizing me soundly, possessing me in ways I never thought possible.

He groans and curses, fucking me until he fills me with cum.

I cry softly into the sheets, loving the wild and hard release I get when he says dirty dominant things while he uses me.

He rolls onto his back, breathing hard. His skin is damp with sweat and glistening in the sunlight.

“Fuck,” he says, his hand sliding down to squeeze my ass.

“A house isn’t enough,” I say, sniffling. “You have to buy me a swimming pool too.”

“Yeah,” he says.

“And a boat,” I say after a beat. “A yacht maybe.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m serious,” I say, though I’m not.

“Me too. Pick one out.”

I laugh softly.

He smiles, then he turns his head, the smile fading. “Buy every fucking thing you want. Bleed my accounts dry, Raven. Seriously.” He kisses my mouth. “Everything I want in the world is in this bed. You’re mine. My baby’s inside your body. That’s it for me.”

I slide a hand down, giving his forearm a squeeze where there is still a bite mark from my teeth. Then I lace my fingers between his bigger ones, so I’m holding his hand.

“Everything that matters to me is in this bed, too. We’re the same,” I whisper. “Two deep dark souls who were trying to find each other. Then we did.”

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