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“Yes, ma’am,” he quips, standing up with my legs still wrapped around his waist and ripping his shirt over his head. My legs fall away when he reaches for the button on his jeans, and as soon as they’re laying on the floor next to him, I reach for him and pull him back down to me.

“I think one of us is still entirely too clothed,” he teases, pulling on my shirt. He stands again and I sit up, allowing him to pull the shirt over my head and toss it down next to his before I lay back so he can pull my shorts off. He groans when he discovers that I’m not wearing any panties and shoots me a salacious grin.

“A little impatient, were we?”

I shrug. “Why add an extra step?”

He laughs and tosses my shorts on the floor, leaning over me again. “So sure that you were gonna get some, huh?”

“Oh, baby, you’re a sure thing every time.”

He flashes me a wide grin before leaning in and claiming my lips again. As he works me up with his mouth, he slips his hand between us but I grab him, suddenly desperate to taste him. I pull him down on the bed and flip him to his back as he blinks up at me in shock.

“I think it’s my turn,” I say, leaning in and placing a kiss just below his belly button. He sucks in a breath and nods, his eyes molten as he gazes down at me, urging me on with just a look. Sinking my fingernails into his pecs, I start kissing down his body and smile to myself as his breathing quickens, and his fingers slide into my hair. I tease him, taking my time to kiss all around his cock, and he groans, lifting his hips off the bed.

“Addy,” he barks out, sounding right on the edge of snapping. I feel victorious as I wrap my fingers around his length and take him into my mouth. He groans again, louder this time, and the hand in my hair tightens – sending a shiver down my spine. I move down, taking him in as far as I can before gagging, and pull up before replacing my hand. Using both my hand and my mouth, I work him up, loving every groan and hiss that leaves his lips.

With his grip on my hair, he starts guiding me as he thrusts up off the bed, his other hand gripping the sheets beneath him so hard that his knuckles are white. Reaching up, I drag my fingernails gently down his stomach as I continue to suck, and he thrusts up into me harder, making me gag again. He bites out a curse and pulls me off him and up his body before twisting us so I’m underneath him again.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he whispers, kissing me softly, and I melt into the mattress as I spread my legs for him. He pulls away long enough to reach into the bedside table and grab a condom before he’s back on me, kissing me with a hunger that makes me drip. He starts kissing down my neck, and I drop my head back, my body humming with pleasure.

“This first time,” he whispers in my ear between kisses, “is gonna be hot and dirty, baby. And then when we do it again, I’m gonna take my time and savor you.”

“Trey,” I say, all the air rushing out of my lungs, and a shiver racking my body.

“I love hearing that,” he growls. “Tonight, I wanna hear you scream it. You understand?”

I nod, frantically. “Yes.”

“Good. You ready for me, baby?” he asks, and I want to scream because I was ready for him the second he walked in the door.

“God, yes,” I moan, and he lines himself up at my entrance before plunging in and robbing my lungs of air. My body arches off the bed as he grabs my hands, lacing our fingers together before pinning them above my head.

“Wrap your legs around my waist, gorgeous, and hang on tight.”

I do as he says, and as soon as I lock my feet together, he’s pulling out and slamming back into me with so much force that I slide up the bed a little. He groans, leaning down to press his forehead to mine as he keeps thrusting into me with this kind of primal need that has me giving over every piece of myself to him. He never releases my hands, and the connection combined with his savage desire for me makes my heart race.

This feeling is what makes women search out monsters, looking for this rush that only a true connection or extreme danger can provide. Or maybe it’s the danger in that bond, the fear of losing everything that heightens the feeling of the connection.

“Ad, you gotta get there,” Trey says, his voice rough, and I shudder at the thin veil of restraint left in his voice. I’ve been with guys who only cared about getting themselves off. They were only concerned with using my body for their pleasure but Trey never does. He always makes sure that I get there first, and it might possibly be one of the sexiest things about him. He releases one of my hands and transfers it to his other hand before trailing his fingertips down my side and sliding his hand between my legs. He rubs my clit as he continues driving into me.

“Come for me, baby,” he says through gritted teeth. “I want to feel your sweet little pussy choking my cock.”

His words send me right over the edge, and my body lifts off the bed as the orgasm takes hold and I scream his name. I vaguely register his answering groan in my post-orgasmic haze and then he’s collapsing on me, breathing heavily. After a second, he rolls to the side and pulls me into him.

“Never letting this go,” he whispers, and my body tenses before I can stop it. I wish that were true but there’s still so much he doesn’t know, and I hate to admit that when I finally do tell him, he’s probably going to bolt. Who in their right mind would want to be saddled with such an uncertain future?

“I think you’re jumping the gun a little bit there,” I say, trying to brush it off but he doesn’t say anything – just rolls me to my back and leans over me, pinning me with his glare.

“Addy, I know what I want. We’re not just friends, no matter how much you tell yourself different, and I’ll do whatever I gotta do to convince you, too. You’re mine.”