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“Tell me what you want.” His voice is low, gritty, and it’s so fucking sexy.

“More of this,” I whisper.

“You like it rough, princess?”

“With you, I do.”

His smile is devilish.

Before I know what’s happening, he’s flipped us over and I’m on my back. I don’t think he even pulled out, merely switched our positions and kept right on going. Except now his big body is covering mine, our mouths are fused together, and he’s holding both of my hands over my head in one of his.

His hips snap forward every time he pushes into me, and my legs open wider to give him better access. If I wasn’t so completely swept up in this guy—and this moment—it probably would have been painful. He’s impossibly big, and yet, each time he bottoms out my eyes roll back and something deep inside flutters with the need for more. It feels like I can’t get enough, and I don’t want to.

“Your pretty little cunt was made for my cock,” he growls against my mouth. “Can you take more?”

“Yes. Please.” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own, I’m that lost in what we’re doing.

He lets go of my hands and brings his own down under my ass. Squeezing tight, he whispers, “hang on, princess.” Then he starts pounding away. There’s no finesse to it, just an animalistic rhythm that’s relentless—and exactly what I need.

I lose all sense of time and space, fingers clawing at his back as I arch my hips to take every thrust. It’s perfect in the way that something you didn’t realize you needed surpasses every possible expectation.

“Elliott!” His name escapes in a shrill cry as my insides tighten in anticipation of what’s coming. Every thrust brings me a little closer to the edge, and with the next thrust, I fall over. My body shakes with the ferocity of my orgasm, and I’m almost positive my nails have ripped into his skin.

But he doesn’t seem to notice and doesn’t slow down. In fact, he starts moving even faster, changing the angle of his hips and hitting a spot I didn’t know existed. My eyes roll back, my body stiffens, and the first orgasm rolls right into the next. And another. Until it’s all a blur of pain and pleasure and the most incredible intensity of my life.

“Elliott.” This time my voice is soft, almost pleading. “I can’t…oh God.” I’m swept away yet again just as a roar leaves him. He pumps into me a few more times, hard and fast and—then he collapses. His large, heavy body presses me into the mattress but it’s okay because if he moved away now, I might cry.

I want to say something, explain how I’m feeling, but I’m incapable of speech at the moment. Hell, I can barely breathe. My body is still shuddering, tiny aftershocks make me pulse against him. He’s still inside me, still thick and hard, still keeping me a willing prisoner.

“You okay?” he asks after a while, pressing soft kisses along my forehead, my eyes, my cheeks.

“Mmm. I’m wonderful.”

“I don’t think it’s scientifically accurate, but I feel like if I stay inside you for a while after we’re done, maybe we’ll have a better chance of conceiving.”

I smile. “I don’t think that’s scientifically accurate either, but it can’t hurt.”

“Nope.” He lifts himself so he can look at me. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I was rough.”

“Nooo.” I smile lazily. “It was amazing. I got off three times in a row.”

“Next time we’ll try for five.”

“That might kill me.”

“It’ll be worth it, though.”

“Mmhm.”

We lay there for a while, him on top of me, resting on one elbow and using his free hand to gently run his fingers through my hair. I’ve never had sex where a man was able to make me come like that. Usually, it’s all about toys and lube and me playing with my clit as the guy fucks me. With Elliott, I don’t need anything but him. I didn’t know it could be like this. Perfect. Uninhibited. Safe.

As if this was always meant to be.

“I like being here with you,” he whispers, nipping my earlobe.

“I like it too.”

“Do you have plans for the rest of the day?” he asks randomly.