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AIDEN

“ O ne,” she says shakily. Her face is pink and her pupils are blown wide, and I’m so impossibly fucking hard for her.

“Good girl,” I say, knowing she’ll scowl at me.

She tugs at my hair. “My turn.”

I let her lift my head before I lick my lips, picking up the salty musk of her on them. “I need more.”

“After.” She tugs at my shirt, and I kneel to let her sit up and push it off, let her trace my stomach and arms with light fingers.

“You won’t hurt me,” I say softly.

She looks up in surprise before she digs her nails in. She’s fascinated. Pride inflates my chest as I let her explore. She might not like me, but she likes my body enough.

She leans in to lick delicately at the muscle of my groin.

Fuck, I like that. She cups my erection through my pants and I shudder.

Yeah, I like that a lot. I like the way she came apart under me, her sounds raw and honest. I reach out to cup her breast again, soothing the edges of the beard burn with my thumb.

“Admiring your work?” she asks huskily. Her breath is coming in little pants again. Fuck, she’s so sensitive, so responsive to me.

“You turn me on,” I say hoarsely. She has no idea how much. If she gropes me again, I might finish in my pants.

Her fingers tease my waistband and I loose a breath, before she tugs on the elastic and pulls my pants to my thighs.

My erection springs out, hard as a rock and happy to see her.

“No underwear?” She laughs.

“More comfortable that way.”

“Get ready to lose, golden boy,” she says before she licks a hot line up my cock and my vision blanks for two torturous seconds.

Her nails press into my thighs, and I’m reminded of our vow—nothing sweet. No kissing. No pet names. The way it has to be. I rail against it even as the hot, wet torment of her mouth makes my thoughts swirl and eddy. I want her more than once, and that’s exactly why I can’t have her.

I force my thoughts down and focus on keeping myself from coming.

The pleasure is already sharp and sweet as she lets me hit the back of her throat.

It’s been so fucking long, and even longer with her in my head.

I force myself to take in everything—the way her hair spreads like silk over her shoulders, the stretch of her lips, the slippery suction and the scrape of her teeth that have me groaning.

She’s a woman on a mission, and she uses a spit-slick hand to take me to the brink, until I’m panting and trying not to thrust into her mouth.

“Close, Em. I’m close. You want me to come in your mouth?”

She shakes her head, and I wrench myself out of her mouth. I fist myself and come in hard, shuddering pulses on her bare breasts. My back bows with each spurt, my groin clenching, my body taut.

She smiles, catlike and satisfied. “I win,” she says.

I stifle the laugh that threatens. She has no idea.

“Win what?”

“I came once.” She sits back, and I snag my shirt to wipe her skin.

“And?” I recline on my elbows. “Come here. On my face.”

“Oh.” She flushes a pretty pink. “Guys never want to—”

“Well, I do.” My mouth is watering for more of her, my body already starting to buzz as I thicken again. Her eyes flick to my cock and widen.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Short refractory period,” I say casually, but it’s never been this short. But then again, I’ve never come so fast either. I’ve never felt so turned on. It’s her.

Something dangerous winds inside me, my internal compass screaming this way lies madness.

Emory is oblivious to my dark thoughts as she crawls over me, her pretty tits swaying temptingly. It’s enough to make me lunge upward and grab a nipple between my lips, then try to fit as much of her as I can in my mouth, sucking and licking and biting until I’m half hard.

I release her and tug her upward. I’m a man on a mission now, determined to get my fill, to quench my need for her in one marathon of pleasure that will erase her from my blood.

It has to.

I let my tongue slip inside her again as she writhes over me, my fingers digging into her hips, each juicy part of her just as delicious as I imagined. And when she shudders and comes, I tap her ass.

“Two,” she breathes.

I let her go limp over me, shivering and trembling in the aftershocks.

“More,” I tell her, trying to temper my need, trying not to drag her down and thrust into her. “You tired?”

“Not a chance,” she pants. “You still have to beg me.”

I scrabble my fingers over the mat until I find my pants and the wallet inside, plus the single condom that’s been in there for over a year. I check the expiration and see her looking at me.

“Been a while for me,” I admit.

“Been a while for me too,” she says softly.

Something unwinds in my chest, that needy darkness becoming sweet.

“Guess we’re in this together,” I say.

“Guess we are.” She smiles before she bites her lip. “Hurry, Aiden.”

I roll the condom on while she watches, her hands pressing to my chest, her slick thighs against my own. “I want you,” she chokes out, sounding surprised. “So much.”

She shuts her eyes and digs her nails into my chest. “Fuck, Aiden, I—” She gasps as I press the head of my cock to her entrance. Her eyes fly wide, and in them, I see dark, spiraling desire.

“Please,” she whispers.

The word strings tight between us as I push in, her gaze locked on mine, my hand finding hers and pressing to my chest.

Danger.

“I’m supposed to be the one begging,” I tease. Anything to break the link between us.

She smiles, and I feel like I can breathe again.

“Go ahead,” she says regally.

“Please, Emory.” I grip her hips, pressing a thumb to the crease of each thigh. “Let me fuck you.” I roll my hips under hers, and she chokes a breath, her pussy fluttering deliciously.

“Promises, promises,” she taunts before she tugs my hands up and anchors herself palm to palm and rides me in earnest. Each lift of her hips has me gasping. Each time she takes me deeper, it makes me groan.

“Come apart for me, golden boy,” she teases. “I don’t think you can last.”

“Could fuck you—” I pant. “All day. All fucking day.”

She circles her hips, and my groin tightens, but I control my face.

“Let’s see it, then.”

I growl and flip her, bringing her under me, those pretty blue eyes wide, my mouth hovering over hers. I claim her lips in a brutal kiss as I plant a hand on her hip and force her legs wider. “You can take it, right?”

“Give it to me,” she pants, her hips arching to meet me. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Your wish.” I withdraw. “Is my command.” I slam back in, and she moans, her pussy contracting.

She’s close and the thought of making her come while I’m inside her makes my cock jerk.

I grab greedily at any part of her I can touch—her ass as she writhes, the crease of her thigh as she trembles on my cock.

She’s so close, and the wonder of it brings me to the edge.

“Look at you.” I can’t keep the awe out of my voice. “Look at you—oh fuck, I feel you coming.” I shake, pleasure twisting in my gut, as her orgasm squeezes me and she claws at the mats.

I snap my hips again, loving the way she arches and sighs under me. She’s slick and hot and my senses start to blur before I wrench myself back under control.

“Three,” I grit out.

“Three,” she pants, her voice trembling.

“Again.” My voice is gravel rough and harsh, my hand tight on her hip. She’ll have bruises. My bruises. I dip my head to suck on her neck. “Emory.” I might be harsh, but I want her consent.

“Barely even felt that,” she pants. “You can’t get me there again.”

I suck on her skin hard enough to give her a hickey, then raise up to watch it bloom while I fuck her into the mat. She trembles and bites her lip and moans, but she doesn’t beg.

I piston my hips, then reach down to press my thumb to her clit.

I’m fumbling now, my strokes faltering as my orgasm winds hot fingers around my spine.

She feels —my thoughts splinter briefly— so good.

So fucking good. Like the first glass of water when I wake from a dream and realize I’m parched.

I want to gulp, but I know I should force myself to savor.

She feels like drugs, a mainline from her body to mine, euphoria riding me hard, twining through my groin and down my legs and—“Fuck.”

“That’s it,” she teases, then moans as I stroke deep. “That’s it—” Her words cut off as I pinch her clit lightly, and her body bows. “Aiden, fuck, I—”

“Me too,” I groan. I’m already coming in hot spurts, jerking inside her, the second orgasm always so pleasurable it’s near pain. Her fingers dig into my arm, anchoring me to the moment, her pussy tightening around me, taking me deep as she comes.

I let my eyes drift shut as I keep my strokes gentle, soaking in the afterglow, letting bliss settle into my veins.

“You’re not going to come a third time, are you?” she asks tartly.

I laugh, more breath than sound. “Absolutely not.” I slip out of her and collapse on to the mat, my pulse thundering.

“Review?” I ask.

“Fine,” she says casually. I turn my head to see a self-satisfied smile on her lips.

“Wench,” I gasp. “You came four times. I’m still panting.”

She stretches, long and luxurious. “I don’t know, golden boy. Better luck next time.”

Something hot and uncomfortable churns in my stomach. There won’t be a next time.

“Well, that’s not happening,” I say lightly. “Unless you want to beg?”

She snorts. “Dream on.”

We lie there for long moments, pleasured and soft in the late afternoon light.

Once will be enough.

It has to be.