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“Stop sweet talking,” I murmured. “And fuck me before this bond destroys me.”

Rennick pushed his cock inside me slowly, and the dual sensation nearly ended us. My pussy stretching around him, and him sinking into my wet, sensitive heat, felt from both directions.

His body shook as he fought to control his desire to fuck me hard and deep.

I locked my arms around his neck. “Move. I’m not fragile. Go as hard as you like. You know that’s what I need.”

He moved, still slow at first, each thrust a controlled roll of his hips. Then faster as the bond amplified everything and the careful pace drove us both insane. His hand found mine and pinned it beside my head, fingers laced, gripping hard. I squeezed back.

“I would have torn that building apart.” His mouth was against my ear as he drove his cock into me. “Every wall. Every floor. I would have killed everyone keeping us apart.”

“I know.”

“You can’t do that to me again.”

“It wasn’t planned.” I kissed him, my tongue sliding against his. The bond turned the kiss into an unraveling. His taste in my mouth and my taste in his, every stroke of his tongue sent a pulse of heat through both of us that landed low and kept building toward another orgasm.

He groaned into my mouth, and his hips stuttered. He pulled almost all the way out. The drag was exquisite. The friction, the wet heat of my pussy around his throbbing, ridged cock, the ache of wanting to push back in. His jaw clenched, and his arms trembled on either side of my head.

Rennick entered me again, filling me completely, and I pulled him deeper. The stretch burned in the best way.

His cock hit the spot that made my vision blur, and through the bond, his control cracked, hitting me with a surge of pleasure that shot through him when he bottomed out.

“Fuck.” His forehead dropped to mine. “I never thought I’d feel this. All I want to do is be inside you, giving you pleasure.”

I moaned, rolled my hips against him, and his body jerked.

“That’s what you do to me,” he whispered against my ear. “Every time I’m near you. Even the first time we fucked, it felt this good for me.”

“I won’t pretend I’m not jealous,” I said against his lips. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

“I didn’t want to scare you away.” He thrust again, stopping to rub his pelvis against my clit.

“Oh, I’m terrified, but also so turned on.” I arched my back, my body demanding more.

He kissed me again. Hungrier now. One hand cradled the back of my head, the other gripped my thigh, hitching my leg higher, changing the angle, so he could fuck even deeper.

I gasped into his mouth. He swallowed the sound and gave me another thrust, then another. The pace built. Every thrust was a deep, full stroke, his eyes on mine, reading my body through the bond running between us.

When my breathing changed, he adjusted. When my fingers dug into his back, he gave me more of the same.

I pulled his mouth down to my neck. He kissed the skin under my ear, then lower, his teeth grazing my collarbone. I arched into him, and the movement shifted my ribs. I didn’t care.

“Roll over.” I pushed at his shoulder. “On your back.”

He moved carefully, one arm around me, keeping us connected as he rolled and settled against the pillows. I braced my hands on his chest and sat up. The angle changed, and oh my fucking stars.

His cock was so deep inside me. I rolled my hips, testing my limits, and through the bond I felt the noise Rennick made before he made it. His hands clamped onto my hips, holding on.

I rode him slowly, watching him lose his composure underneath me, and it was so damn hot. His head tipped back against the pillow, the long line of his throat exposed. I leaned down and bit the muscle where his neck met his shoulder. His ridged cock pulsed inside me, and his hands tightened on my hips.

This was fucking incredible. His body under mine, his hands on me, and the power of making someone this strong come apart with nothing but my mouth, my hips, and my pussy.

I sat up and picked up the pace. His thumb found my clit, circling in time with my movements, and the sensation through the bond made the pressure build twice as fast. My thighs burned, but I didn’t stop. I needed this. I needed Rennick.

“Cass. I’m close. Fuck. Slow down.”

I pinned him against the mattress and changed the rhythm, grinding down on each stroke instead of lifting. The friction was devastating for both of us. He groaned, and his hips bucked under me. I leaned down and kissed him, messy and open-mouthed.