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When I’m fully seated, I take her lips again as I pull back and thrust in, hard. Lark moans and I swallow it as I kiss her deeper. Her nails drag against my back again and my control snaps.

I take her harder, deeper while peppering her neck and shoulder with kisses and love bites. Lark cries out when I latch onto the spot where her neck meets her shoulder and suck hard. I know she gives me shit about giving her hickeys, but I also know she absolutely loves it when I mark her like this. Inresponse, I feel her getting wetter as she desperately tries to keep her moans and cries quiet so the guys don’t hear her.

Leaning back, I angle my hips and her eyes damn near roll back in her head as I hit a deeper part of her.

“Yes, yes, harder, Anthony, harder.”

Grabbing her hips, I hold her tight as I piston into her. Sweat forms on my forehead, but I make no move to wipe it. All that matters right now is Lark’s pleasure.

Her hands move to her breasts and I moan as my pace falters a bit.

“That’s it, Darlin’. Pluck those nipples. Play with those pretty tits.”

Lark whimpers and her grip tightens on her breasts as she does as I ask. Not being able to take it anymore, I lean down, taking one of her nipples in my mouth. She cries out, her hands clawing at my shoulders, arms, and back as I tease and nibble her nipple.

Switching breasts, I give it the same treatment. Lark’s body trembles as another orgasm approaches and I pick up the pace, thrusting faster as I continue teasing her nipple. Lark’s body trembles harder, signaling she’s right on the edge, so I bite down gently on her nipple. Lark’s body goes tight as a bow as she screams silently, her body clamping down so hard on my dick I damn near follow her. Gritting my teeth, I stave off my orgasm, wanting Lark to come one more time before I do.

Lark pants and her body twitches with the aftereffects of her orgasm. Kissing back up her neck, I take her lips again, trying to pour all of my emotions into it.

Almost like a switch, everything changes.

Lark’s body relaxes further into the bed, and I slow my pace. Our kiss becomes less hungry and turns more passionate. Her hands softly roam over my arms and back as I continue to thrustslow and deep into her. My arms tighten around her and hers tighten around me in response.

“Anthony,” she gasps.

“Lark, my Lark. Tell me you’re mine, Lark.”

“I’m yours. All yours. Only yours.”

Tears fall from her eyes, trailing down her cheeks. I rest my forehead on hers as we stare into each other’s eyes, our lips so close our breath mingles.

Out of nowhere, Lark’s eyes close and she cries out as her orgasm washes over her. This time, I can’t fight it, and my body tightens as I cum, unleashing ropes of cum inside her.

I collapse on the bed next to her, then pull her into my arms. Her head settles on my bicep as her hands go to my chest, her fingers tracing my scars. It used to bother me at first, but now, feeling her hands on them soothes the phantom aches that sometimes creep up on me.

Leaning forward, I kiss her forehead. “Love you, Lark.”

She places a kiss on my chest. “Love you, too, Anthony.”

We lay there for a little bit, just wrapped in our own world, soaking up each other’s touch.

Glancing at the clock, I sigh and tap her hip. “Let me go get you a washcloth, Darlin’. We should let the others back in so we can get some shut eye.”

She nods sleepily, rolling onto her back. Sitting up, I pad into the bathroom and quickly clean up before getting dressed. I wet a washcloth and grab Lark’s clothes and backpack before heading back into the bedroom. I grimace internally when I see how red she is as I wipe up my cum off her thighs, grateful that she had the towel still under her lower half.

“Hopefully Mama Astrid threw some pajamas in that backpack,” Lark mumbles as she rubs her eyes. A yawn slips out and my gut twists with worry that she’ll have nightmares tonight about what all happened. Then her face hardens. “Tomorrow, I’lltell you everything he told me. He was rather chatty once he got on a roll.”

I frown, wanting to know what all happened, but also not wanting her to relive that again before falling asleep.

“Did he say anything about knowing your second stalker?” I ask and she shakes her head as she sifts through the contents of the backpack, pulling out some shorts and one of my old t-shirts.

“No. It sounded like he was working alone.”

Lark gets dressed and once she crawls into bed, I put the backpack on the ground next to the nightstand. Leaning down, I kiss her.

“I’m going to go and check on our guest, and then I’ll be back in.”

“Okay.” She gnaws on her lip and looks up at me. A second later, her eyes harden and her jaw clenches. “I want in on his punishment. I don’t know if there was more to it than what he told me, but if there is, I want to know everything.”