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“What?” I blink at him, the heat in the car close to exploding and frying us.

“Don’t 'what' me. You want me and I want you, so we’re going to fuck, and maybe after we fuck, you won’t threaten me to leave me because some other dick might give you what?”

“Love, fucking love.”

“Still, here you are, wanting me.”

“You’re infuriating.”

Alex kills the engine, inhaling and exhaling in a calming rhythm. He opens my door and grabs my face in his hand, my body flush against his, and the passion he emanates, the strength, this wild side of him I only glimpsed makes me weak in my knees. He doesn’t kiss, he ruins me. Still dizzy from his kiss, he ushers me into his place and the moment the door closes, he throws me over his shoulder.

One squeal later, my back hits his bed. I shudder, a mix of desire and nervousness enveloping me. I stare at him as he yanks his shirt off, and my eyes travel to his defined muscles, down to a trail of black hair disappearing inside his waistband. He crawls between my legs and tugs my pants off. When I unbutton my shirt, he shakes his head.

“No, I will undress you. I will fuck you, and you will just enjoy it. This is all I want from you right now.”

It has to be because I haven’t been with someone else in a while, but I might come from his words alone.

“You’re my gift and I am going to unwrap you.”

I close my eyes to soak in the warmth I discovered between raw lust shining in his eyes. His hands slide down my body, awakening an avalanche of goose bumps. When I remain in just my bra and thong, he stops and gazes at my body.

“You’re beautiful.” One compliment follows one kiss. “I want you so bad.” Another smoldering kiss. “I can’t wait to get inside you, but before. I have to lick these damn freckle constellations.” He licks every inch of my body, and my breath hitches, my nipples pebbled with greed for his tongue and fingers while he plays with them as if they have been his for a long time and he knows what they want.

I have moaned without interruption since the kiss and my desire turns to desperation as I tug at his hair, losing myself in the chocolate lava in his eyes. I want him to fuck me, and I won’t be able to walk or think straight. He parts my legs, his tongue licking up my thigh. A delicious shiver runs down my spine.

“I am going to savor you, prolong your moans that have haunted me. And you will give me each and every last one.”

His head disappears between my legs, his mouth diving into my core. I writhe under him while he holds me down with his grip on my thighs, stretching me, tasting me. His tongue laps at me, and I crash on the bed, turning into liquid satisfaction. He crawls up my body, his lips glistening with my release. He fists his dick and presses against my entrance, slick, hungry and with one push, he’s inside me. I moan his name while my hands wrap around his neck, and a low growl rumbles in his throat.

“Take me. All of me.”

I throw my head back and feel him, his soft, but hard body, all his length inside me, and a gasp escapes my mouth. I can’t believe this is happening. I don’t care it’s not lovemaking, he fucks me, and he might even succeed in fucking me so good I might turn my back to wanting his love. This is more than enough for now.

His hands dig into my hips and he switches me on my fours, his hand curling around my pony and I am breathless as he thrusts inside me, a maddening, savage rhythm, and I come, whispering his name, a plea, a prayer of total satisfaction.

“Are you still on the pill?”

I nod. Why can he still form words, all that could come out of mine would be unintelligible sounds.

“Then I’ll enjoy you for myself a little longer. I love to fill you up, take you bare.” He kisses down my back, and my skin is a field of goose bumps. It feels good, him growing inside of me and I tilt my head to the side just in time to catch him throwing his head back, biting down his lower lip and then he erupts and crashes on my back.

We lay facing each other. He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and leans in to kiss the tip of my nose.

“I want you to be happy, and I want to make you happy.” It’s not enough he ruined me with his dick, now with his words. “You deserve more, but I will try to give you everything else I can.” I press my finger to his lips and say what I shouldn’t say, but I guess my post orgasmic brain has a short-circuit.

“Alex, I will be there, and even if it’s not me, you will fall in love, sooner or later. And I will hate that woman with all of me.”

He half smiles and says, “Jealous of something that would never happen?”

“You’re lovable.”

“Don’t fall in love with me, Sarah. Don’t give me another reason to hate myself.”

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Bianca Borell is a contemporary romance author, voracious reader, nature lover, and unapologetic daydreamer. She spends her nights deciding between getting up to write or trying to silence the voices of her characters. The battle is never-ending.

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