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He maneuvered off me just enough to wrestle out of his pants and toss them aside. Again he crawled on top of me, except this time heat radiated from his bare body. His dick was thick, hard, dark with desire; he kissed me deeply and I slid my hand between us. I slid my palm over his chest, abs, then down to his erect cock. It was so hard in my hand, and so hot, but the skin was velvety-soft, and he groaned gorgeously when I gave it one firm stroke from root to tip.

He broke the kiss to rest his forehead against my temple and groan, “Fuck, Reyna.”

“Please,” I said again. It felt like the only word I knew. “I want you.”

He mouthed a sloppy kiss to my cheek. “Yes?” he asked. “You want me inside you?”

I nodded desperately. I did want that—I was a little nervous, but I wasn’t scared. He always made me feel good. Somehow I already knew this would be even better.

“Really?” he asked.

I stroked him again, firmly this time.

He panted. “You’re sure?”

“You want me to beg?” I asked, then squeezed his dick gently in punctuation.

“Maybe a little,” he teased, then caught me in another burning hot kiss.

He settled between my legs, then gripped my thigh again and hiked one leg up around his hip. I dropped my hands to the bed above my head and gripped the sheets to ground myself, gasping in anticipation as I waited for him to slide inside.

But of course he had to torment me a little. He gripped the base of his cock and guided it to my center, then dragged the head over my wet folds, slipping over me like his tongue had—like a promise. I moaned and arched toward him. He gripped my hip hard, staring down in awe at me as he slid his cock over my pussy just like he had with his fingers.

“Come on,” I gasped. “Fill me up.”

“Gods above,” he growled. “Who taught you to talk like that?”

I was too far gone to even blush. “I need it—I need you.”

Elias moved forward, pressing on his elbow on one side of my head, then leaned down and caught my slack mouth in another deep kiss. Finally, finally, he guided the head of his cock to my entrance.

He exhaled hard into the kiss. I nodded minutely and wound my arms around him.

Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, he slid inside.

I gasped, clinging hard to him as he groaned into the kiss. “Gods, Reyna,” he murmured. “Tight.”

Any coherent words I had were driven from my mind. It felt unlike anything I’d felt before. I’d pleasured myself before, sure, with hands and sometimes even toys, but it wasn’t anything like this. His cock was burning hot inside of me, so deep I thought I could feel it in the back of my throat; there was a delicious stretch and a deep, intense pressure. He slid slowly inside until his hips were flush against mine, and I whined low and long into the kiss.

“You okay?” he murmured.

I glided my hands down his back and gripped his ass hard. “Move,” I managed to plead.

His lips curved into a smile against mine as he slowly withdrew his hips, then pressed forward again.

“Oh, gods,” I gasped.

Time melted into nothing but sensation. We traded messy, gasping kisses, and I clung desperately to him, legs hooked around his waist. He drove into me, slow and rhythmic, grunting with each thrust, driving in deep. The pleasure was sweet and slow and overwhelming, rich like chocolate, animalistic like running under the moonlight. He kept a steady rhythm, and again pleasure began to pull tight inside me, but this time it was deeper. When he used his mouth, it crashed over me like a wave breaking on the shore. This time it felt like a tsunami, a rumble in the distance, something big and powerful rushing toward me.

“That’s right,” he growled into my mouth. “Want you to come. Come with me inside you.”

I clung so tightly he was pressed flush against me. His thrusts were shorter, but still deliciously deep, and the movements were so easy with how wet and desiring I was. The pleasure built and built and built. My quads flexed around him, my whole body tensing as my release approached. He didn’t let up at all this time, his rhythm deep and steady as he dragged his tongue over my neck.

I tipped my head back. “Elias,” I gasped.

Then, the tight coil of pleasure inside me snapped.

I came hard—harder than I ever had in my life. My eyes screwed tight as I arched as much as I could with Elias’ weight pinning me to the bed. Pleasure rolled over me, from the crown of my head to my fingertips, so all I could feel was the delicious tingle of it over my skin, all I could hear was the rush of blood in my ears. My body clenched around him as I somehow became even wetter, and he growled low and possessive into my mouth.

“So fucking beautiful,” Elias growled.

I slumped back against the bed. Elias pulled out slowly, and I whined at the loss, despite how sensitive I already was. He stayed as close as he could as he stroked his cock hard and fast. It was barely a dozen strokes before he groaned, long and low, then muffled the sound by biting down on my shoulder as he came across my belly.

The dual sensations of dull pain in my shoulder and his release wet and hot against my skin made desire curl through me again. He shivered through the aftershocks of his release, and then slumped down against me, panting and sweating into the crook of my neck. His body was deliciously heavy, half-pinning me to the bed and indifferent to the mess he’d made on my skin.

I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and exhaled into the crown of his head. I felt like I’d just spent hours running through the woods with him. I was sweaty, exhausted, sated—and happy. Almost deliriously so.

“Mm,” he murmured against my neck. “Made a mess.”

“Whose fault is that?” I teased.