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“This will be over before it even gets started if you keep that up.” I wipe some spit off my chin with the back of my hand and scoot back on the bed to make room for him.

Aro’s body slides up mine and he claims me with a rough kiss.

He slowly works each button on the shirt I borrowed.

It feels like an eternity has passed by the time he pulls it off me.

I squeeze my arms together, pushing my breasts and nipples toward him.

Aro grabs one and rubs the side of his face against my chest until his mouth is around my nipple.

He draws it hard into his mouth and lightly bites it between his teeth.

He kisses and licks his way over to the other side, tasting all of me.

He moves back up and lightly brushes his lips against mine before he nips at my earlobe.

“Hm, you taste so good. I’m going to take my time with you.

” Chills spread all over my body from the feel of his lips against my ear.

He groans and arches his back pushing his cock between my thighs.

He bites my shoulder to help control himself.

I turn his face back toward me. I want to see every expression.

He kisses the palm of my hand. More chills spread over my body as he kisses the tip of each finger.

I reach down to my belly where Aro’s hard cock is pushed between us. I push it down toward my pussy and work my hips against him. He closes his eyes in pure ecstasy when I use him to rub my clit. I angle him a fraction lower and grind my hips to pull him inside of me.

“We’ll go slow next time,” I say as I feed him into me.

My breath catches as he pushes slowly in. I’ve never felt so full before. “Wait wait wait.” I press against his chest to hold him in place. I urge myself to relax so he can go deeper. I can feel him pulsing inside of me. He pushes deeper little by little.

“You feel so good.” Aro’s words urge me on and I roll my hips up to his. He sucks air between his teeth and bites his lower lip.

He keeps moving deeper and when I don’t think I can take anymore he is fully inside of me.

He holds still for a second before pulling back.

In a fluid motion he pushes back in. He rolls his hips in and out, and I grip his shoulders with all my strength.

My face drawn in with my eyebrows scrunched together.

Every time he fucks into me, it pushes air out of my lungs.

As our bodies move in rhythm together my breathing catches up to Aro’s.

I push harder and harder against him, chasing the building pressure.

Aro leans down and grabs my nipple and that’s enough to send me straight over the edge.

I stifle my moan into his neck as my legs shake and my clit throbs on his cock.

I’ve never come so fast. He stills for a moment to experience my orgasm, then resumes his deep thrusts into me.

He sits back onto his heels and grabs my ankles, tossing them over his shoulders.

When he enters me this time the angle brings him hard against a different part of me.

He leans closer again and kisses my collarbone then pushes his face into my neck while relentlessly moving in and out of me.

I’m shocked to realize I’m going to come again.

Desperation takes me over and I meet every thrust with my own.

This time, I hear a whiny moan come out of me when I come.

Aro’s movements become jerky and he pulls out of me completely.

He roughly strokes his dick a few times and then a jet of cum streaks out of him.

He keeps stroking and more pours out in thick ropes onto my belly.

When his body is still from his release, he drops down on the bed next to me and lays on his side.

A second later he jumps up and grabs a towel from the bathroom then carefully wipes away any trace of him from my belly.

I drop my head back onto the bed, close my eyes, and draw in a deep breath.

My chest is pounding while I try to catch my breath.

I turn my head to Aro and smile. He is completely spent.

He stares back at me and without a word drags me up against his hard sweaty body.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck and takes in a long drag.

We lie like this for a while. Long enough to cool off and for our breathing to normalize. I can’t stop smiling and he can’t stop touching me. His fingers skate up and down my arms and across my back then trail down my legs. I don’t even want to blink because I’ll miss his face looking back at me.

“The fuse was lit the moment I saw you, and it’s been heading straight towards my destruction,” he says and kisses my shoulder.

“I wish things could be different, that I didn’t have to leave,” I say, meaning it.

“Is it selfish of me to ask you to stay?” he asks, searching my face.

My chest aches at the thought of leaving him. “I need to finish this. There is still a lot of work to do. Plus, there’s something you should know about me. I’m really good at fitting in, not good at belonging,” I say.

“What does that mean?” he asks.

“I can fit in just about anywhere. I am adaptable. I’ve never truly belonged somewhere. I would always be an outsider here, and that doesn’t fit with who you are. Who you’re going to be,” I explain.

“I still have time to change your mind,” he says and pulls the sheets up and snuggles deeper into me.