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He speared up into her again. “But I can smell your desire.” His tongue laved at her nipple again.

“And this cunt is so wet for me.” He dipped lower, brushing his tongue over her clit.

“And your reactions are so needy. Are you needy?” he asked, swirling his tongue on her clit again. “Is this a needy little cunt?”

“Yes,” she told him with no embarrassment. No flush. He was right. She wanted him. She wanted him more than anything in the world. And she’d never sleep anyway without using her hand to get off thinking about him. “I need you inside of me right now.”

“Fuck,” he said as he slipped his fingers out of her.

He stood and grasped one of her legs, lifting it up over his hip as he all but hauled her off of the ground in the slippery shower. The head of his cock was poised at her entrance. “Say it again.”

“I need you,” she gasped as she reached down and slowly lowered onto the head of his cock. “Fuck me, Graves.”

He thrust upward in one swift motion, spearing her open and leaving her gasping. He was massive. A fact that she hadn’t exactly forgotten, but her body had clearly not reminded her until he was inside of her. She felt weak and on fire and like a mewling mess all at once.

“God fucking damn,” he said into her shoulder. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Yes,” she gasped.

He pulled out and then thrust back into her, hard and unrelenting. “Such a good girl,” he praised. “Taking all of my cock.”

“Fuck,” she panted.

“So.” Thrust . “Fucking.” Thrust . “Good.” Thrust.

It was brutal and unrelenting and the best fucking feeling of her entire life. She was going to explode any second, and all he had to do was keep up this pace. She’d give him everything that he was taking from her. Meet him as an equal.

“Close, close, close,” she chanted.

The bastard pulled out.

“No!” she gasped. “Graves!”

He laughed softly as he dropped her leg, whipped her around, and bent her at the waist. Her forearms landed on the granite bench with her ass high in the air. His hands spread her cheeks wide, and he slapped one side, then the other.

“This is how I want you. Bent over so I can rail you.”

“Have me however you like. Just let me fucking come.”

His next thrust sent her to the moon and then to Saturn. She was in outer space amongst the stars, reveling in the planetary alignment. Her mind so far gone that her body’s only response was to unleash.

She screamed into the shower as her orgasm ripped through her, torquing like a vice grip.

A torrent of wild lust that started in her core and wrenched out of her like a burst of magic.

And Graves couldn’t hold on any longer than her in the wake of her explosion.

He roared and came hard and fast, pistoning into her a few times before collapsing forward.

They both breathed the same breathless air. No words could begin to explain the hunger that had overflowed into something more. Something bright and inviting and raw settling between them.

She wanted to languish here forever. Live with him hard and urgent inside of her and forget the rest of the world.

He must have felt the same, because it was several minutes before he finally slid free. Her legs turned to jelly, and she went limp, only managing not to fall when Graves caught her around the middle.

“Easy,” he whispered gently.

“Feel…hungover?” She hung her head forward and felt what she could only assume was a sex coma.

Graves chuckled softly. A pleasant, melodic sound that almost sounded happy. Joyous.

“I fucked you senseless,” he preened like it was such an accomplishment.

“Do it again,” she teased.

“Don’t tempt me. You’re about to pass out. I need to take care of you first.”

He lifted her up and set her on the plush rug outside the shower.

With a big, fluffy white towel he dried her off, taking care with the curls in her hair before wrapping her up like a burrito.

After quickly toweling himself off and slinging it low across his hips, he hoisted her into his arms and carried her back into the bedroom.

“Your bed?” she slurred.

“I almost lost you tonight, Wren. You can’t imagine I’m letting you sleep elsewhere.”

He pulled the covers back and set her down on the bed.

Graves slipped her out of the towel and then pulled the sheets up.

She was nearly asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Like he really had rendered her senseless.

She snuggled down, inhaling the scent of leather and books and a hint of the clean laundry detergent.

She could vaguely sense that he was hanging the towels up, setting his phone to charge, and turning off the light before he crawled into bed behind her. He rolled into her, one arm falling across her chest and tugging her gently against him.

His warmth and scent and the feel of him all combined. She was sleepy, disoriented, and exhausted, but his cock was pressed against her ass, and maybe she had just enough sense left in her to take him one more time.

“Wren,” he groaned as she wiggled her ass against him. “You need sleep.”

“Mmm hmm,” she murmured.

She dragged her hand down his arm, repositioning his fingers over her breast. His head dipped into the valley between her shoulder blades. He inhaled sharply as he felt her peaked nipple.

“You can barely form sentences.”

Kierse didn’t care about any of that. So she did the unexpected—she switched her absorption off.

Graves went very still. His body a rigid form behind her, his cock lengthening at the memory she sent down the line: looking down at him as he fucked her against the shower wall. The moment he flipped her over and split her apart. The roar of her orgasm as he undid her very being.

“That…is…cheating,” he growled, his cock hard and aching against her backside.

Her mind pushed forward. Not a memory this time—a thought. Her very vivid imagination. Of him lifting her leg and sliding his cock home into her.

“You’re dangerous,” he growled.

But he was already moving, shifting his body so he could ease his cock into her pussy.

He pushed home and growled into her shoulder, “This is what you wanted?”

“Oh,” she gasped. “So full.”

The distance between them was nonexistent.

He kept an arm banded across her chest, using it as leverage to rock back and forth into her.

She met each stroke, pushing backward onto him.

There was nowhere to go or move or breathe.

Just the heat of him all around her and the feel of his cock filling her.

She was fully in the moment and hadn’t even realized that she’d kept her absorption off. Letting him see her as she saw him, her mind wide-open for him to revel in. A trust she never would have given him before the events of tonight.

Then he sent an image into her mind so she could see what he was seeing as he fucked her.

As if she were the most precious and incredible thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

How her body felt like returning from a centuries-long hell to touch heaven.

And how he’d burn down the entire fucking world to keep her.

At that thought, he laid her flat on her back so he could get better leverage, hoisting her legs over his shoulders and slamming into her. Mere seconds of the increased friction and she was crying out into the darkened room again, him only a second behind her as they finished together.

Flames danced in his irises as she watched the entire world burn, knowing she’d let him do it.