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Auren’s eyes flare at my words, and she braces her feet on the bench so she can lift herself. As soon as she does, I yank her pants down and then rip them off completely.

My eyes flare at the sight of her, and then I drag her back down to my lap. Grip her bare ass in my hands. She’s so fucking soft. So warm.

I start to move her hips in a steady rhythm against me, and my eyes nearly roll back. She braces her hands on my shoulders, moaning with every movement.

“Not enough. Need more,” she says breathlessly.

Yes. More. Need more.

I lean forward and nip at her lush lips. “You need me to fill you right here in this boat, baby?” I grind out.

Her chest stutters. “Yes.Please.”

The desperation of her low voice, the potency of her heat, it makes my mouth water. Makes the bond keep shoving.

My fingers squeeze into her skin. “You don’t need to beg, but the words sound so fucking sweet.”

I can tell my reply pleases her by the way her golden eyes ignite, flashing even in the dark underground.

“That male had better have told the truth about this being a private tunnel,” I say. “Because I’ll rot out the eyes of anyone who looks at you.”

Her pulse jumps. Maybe with an edge of fear, but I think that’sthrillin her flushed face. She likes how utterly protective I am of her, and that thought makes me savage with need.

“Undo my pants,” I growl.

Auren’s fingers instantly drop to the ties. She yanks them away, hand slipping inside to pull out my cock, making me almost come right here and now.

Her eyes stare, her little pink tongue coming out to lick her lips.

My body jerks with intense pleasure as she squeezes me, sending through bolts that singe. “Fuck.”

The bond is burning through my veins now, tunneling my vision and demanding more. Her aura is erratic, reaching and twisting, while her heartbeat races in her chest and her arousal lifts into the air.

She smells so. Fucking. Good.

“Put me inside you,” I gasp. “I need to feel you, Auren.”

“Yes…”

I lift her hips up so she can position me right at her entrance. My muscles are bunched, spikes threatening to force back out as desperation flows through my veins. My cock is already dripping. Our eyes lock.

Then I slam her down onto me.

Her head flings back, a cry tearing from her throat that bounces down the tunnel.

I see stars as soon as I’m buried inside of her.

It’s bliss. Pure. Fucking. Bliss.

She shudders. Lip caught between her teeth, biting down. Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Perfect. You’re thick and hard andperfect,” she purrs.

“You’re already stretching around me. You feel that?”

Her entire body trembles as she nods, and I lift her up before slamming her back down. Again.Again.

I lift her and keep her there. “Lower yourself,” I demand gutturally. “I want to see it. I want to see your perfect cunt swallowing my cock. Inch by inch.”

A throaty whimper escapes her parted mouth as she starts to do just that. We both look down, watching my length disappear into her body while she squeezes me. Floods me with her wetness that’s already glistening down her thighs.