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“Fuck. I want to live between your legs forever,” he growls. The headiness in his tone renders me dizzy.

“Inside me or between me?” I tease.

In response he nips at my shoulders then peppers kisses along my neck. I can feel the slickness of me against him as he pushes slowly between my legs, again and again. The sensation is enough for stars to dance across my vision. I get the sense he, too, wishes that he could crawl into me. It’s what I’m feeling as every muscle in my body tenses with expectation, aching with a longing I didn’t know dwelled in my soul.

Our kiss turns violent as we move toward the bed, a tangle of rabid breaths and twisted tongues. I’m sure I’ll have bruises along my waist as he sinks his fingers and grips with vise-like strength.

“Christian,” I breathe. “Take me. Reach into me and take it all.”

Christian breaks away from my lips. He’s so tall that his body bathes me in shadow. His eyes study my face, stuck between irritation and pleasure.

Why did he stop?

He steps back and admires the dips and curves of my body.

Before I can register why, he sweeps me up and tosses me onto my back. His dark, velvet laugh fills the room. A log collapses in the fireplace sending embers flying before us. I position myself, legs splayed showing him just how ready I was for his taking.

He prowls over to me, a dangerous predator hunting for his prey. Slowly I pull my knees to my chest. Christian pauses at the edge of the bed, watching intently as I grip my thighs and spread myself further apart. “Like what you see?” I mimic his earlier question.

There is no inkling of shame at baring myself to him. Christian Valen was as secure as the rocks that upheld this town. He climbs over me and stays there for a second. Blood rushes through my body, the sound of it thrumming in my ears. Christian finally moves to cup my left breast, gently teasing his thumb over my nipple. He pinches it lightly, and my body arches slightly into him.

“Christian, please.”

“I haven’t felt—I haven’t felt this in so long.” His voice carries a respectful awe. Roughly he moves to kiss me and I take his mouth against mine. He grips my breast again, this time rougher. I groan into his mouth and shiver despite every inch of my skin being heated. My mind feels muddled. My breath carries a staccato rhythm. And my heart drums wildly.

He nips along my jaw then buries his hand in my hair. His other hand slides down the curve of my waist, then to the soft space between my thighs. He presses me further apart, until his dick rests ready at my entrance.

“This. I want you to memorize this.”

An idea forms in my head. “Where’s the camera?”

His gaze collides with mine in surprise before he schools his features then climbs off of me, leaving me exposed to the cool air as he grabs the Polaroid from a small table.

“Give it to me,” I command.

With hooded eyes, he observes me, hands it over, and I focus the lens on him. Bringing the camera to my eye, he steps closer into clearer view. He grips his dick with one hand and directs: “Frame me, little bird.” The deep cadence of his command makes me clench my thighs.

“Pull me closer.”

He grabs my legs and pulls me to him until I can lie on the bed and angle my legs against his chest. I snap the picture. Before I can do another, he takes the camera from me and places two fingers inside my mouth.

“Suck.”

Following his command, my lips pucker around his fingers imagining what they could feel like inside of me, stretching me wide. I’ve never felt this daring, though I would never remember. And I find that I don’t care enough about being brazen and filthy. This is delicious suffering.

The flash illuminates the room briefly. Christian tears the photo from the camera and sets it aside.

“Come here.” I pull him down into a kiss, mindless with delirious pleasure.

Without warning, he slides a finger inside me. I’m so wet that it glides in easily. He curls his finger, eliciting a throaty groan from me, then lowers his mouth to my left breast and bites my nipple. The pain causes tingling sensations to cascade throughout my body. He snaps a picture with his free hand. His mouth then drifts to the other breast, nipping along my chest, covering me in bruises. He shoves two more fingers inside me, stretching me wide and I take him, feeling him move them faster.

Then he drops the camera beside us and moves to trace biting kisses along my stomach. He withdraws his fingers and shoves them into my mouth again. I suck without command.

It feels like he knows my body.

“Good.” Christian’s voice is laced with dangerous pleasure, and I’m not sure I can even register any words.

“Take me,” I growl.