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Filthy longing filled his lungs, his addiction was alive and well, breeding like a greedy bastard hanging onto every single word. He’d fuck so much giant assholeness into her.

Fuck, shut up with that.

Time to check out and get over to the MC, Rider would have made the call to alert them his VP was on the way.

He was supposed to be gone. Now he was ever closer toher.

Reluctant, he paused to read the messages again.

The phone message thread went on for years. He never deleted anything from her.

“Little bit….”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“Sex with a kidnapper. Isn’t it on every woman’s bucket list?” - Luxe

Their second time was faster than the first, as though their hunger had tripled instead of waning. There’s no words to describe what it felt like to be ridden by Grinder with his do-me slabs hanging on his torso. The man was hard all over. And he lived up to his name, that was for sure.

There was no part of her body he didn’t worship, didn’t make feel like it was the first time being touched.

This way, that way, he had her every which way he could bend her body and she fucking loved it all.

They came quickly at the same time. She cameeverywhere. No part of her body was left out of the drugging pleasure. They came slow and languid, fingers digging into flesh just to hold onto something solid while the pleasure became a forest fire.

There was no getting around the embarrassing amount of times she’d cried out his name.

Or pleaded to him for more.

She thought being desired was the pinnacle of any sexual experience, that’s how it’s always been in her history. How wrong Luxe was. Being obsessed over was a far greater, richer feeling. Desire was a simmer in contrast to the sexual obsession she’d felt from Nathan those past hours. It was a rolling boil that never dulled in all the time spent in his bed.

Obsessed.

She was lost in it.

His warm exhale sent tingles all over her body, her sex clenched harder, painfully tight as though she’d been emptied and needed to be filled. He’d filled her so perfectly she was still dealing with the meaning of that.Empty and now full.

Lost in that same seductive dream she’d had for a full year of those meaty arms crushing her with want. Soaking her in his intense attention. Every skim of his gentle callused fingers right before they turned rough and grabbed her. Each thrust of his thickness as she struggled to take him, then her body gave and relaxed.

Desire, once the orgasm wanes becomes diluted and waits in the background until a person wants to fuck again. But the obsession is constant. It never sleeps, it doesn’t wait patiently. Without words spoken it’s more than obvious it’s obsession they’re both experiencing, it’s what keeps them reaching out for the other even when exhaustion weighs heavy on their limbs. Kisses are tender and gentle, the roll of their bodies just to keep them in constant joining.

She could barely catch one breath as orgasms battered her before he was flipping her over and sliding into her sore, wet body.

“Nathan.” She moaned languidly as she had done all night, wanting more and he’d given it to her no matter how tired he seemed.

This gorgeous strong man with a touch of her hands on his body was controlled by her in the same way he’d controlled her.

God, his fingers.

Already hot, her body temperature notched up another level. She was hot,so hot, and panting now.Oh, Nathan.

He didn’t make a sound but she felt him groan.

Holy hell, he’d rearranged her insides, jangled them all out of order.

She could hear the wet glide of their bodies moving desperately together. It wasn’t enough, not with Nathan in this state, he pushed her to her knees, a hand curled around the front of her neck, encouraging her to push back on the tip of his cock. She barely had to clench at all to feel how thick he was stretching her, making her feel so damn good, working himself in deep, forcing inch by inch. His thrusts went from urgent to wild, so frantic she was caught up in emotion as strong as a monsoon. Overwhelming as it was new.

“Jesus. Luxe.” His voice gusted over her head.