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Desperate to feel him over every inch of my body.

He leans down and picks me up again, carrying me back to the bed and laying me down as he follows me onto the mattress. His hands hook into the waistband of my jeans shorts and he doesn’t even bother popping the button before he’s dragging them off my body.

I arch off the bed and as soon as my shorts are tossed across the room, I hear the sound of ripping fabric.

Did he just…

I glance down as the lacy pink fabric that used to be my panties goes flying through the air.

Oh, fuck.

“Please, baby,” he murmurs, meeting my eyes again as he wraps a hand around his cock. “I need you.”

I nod. “Take me, Dalton. I’m yours.”

His answering groan makes my pussy clench and he presses the head of his dick against my entrance before thrusting forward hard, filling me completely. I gasp, my head falling back into the mattress and he stills, dropping his head to my shoulder. I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair and his body shakes from the effort he’s exerting to hold himself back.

What is happening right now?

“Dalton?” I ask and he presses a soft kiss to my shoulder.

“This is going to be rough, baby.”

I nod and give his hair a tug, forcing him to pull back and meet my eyes. “Give me all of you.”

He groans again, slamming his lips to mine as he slips his hand under my neck, gripping it tightly as he pulls back and drives into me again with the same frantic energy I saw in his eyes.

Again and again and again.

It’s relentless.

Pure need.

Desperation.

And I’m just as lost as he is. Lost in the feeling of him moving inside me, his breath on my neck, his quiet groans in my ear, his body draping over mine.

There is nothing in the world like the feeling of Dalton inside me. I lose myself in it every single time but there is something different now.

Maybe it’s the danger surrounding us over the last couple of days. Or the realization that we could have lost each other but it’s like he’s trying to crawl inside my skin.

And I’m right there with him.

My fingernails dig into the skin on his shoulders as I moan into his ear, heat flooding my body with each thrust of his hips, my muscles clenching around him.

“Look at me,” he commands, his voice full of gravel and my eyes pop open, meeting his. He nips at my bottom lip as his hips continue their punishing rhythm and I fight the urge to close my eyes again. “Keep those eyes on me, baby. I wanna watch you fall apart for me.”

“Dalton,” I moan, dragging my fingertips over to his ribs and he shudders, a groan spilling past his lips.

“Mark me up, sweetheart. Show the whole fucking world who this man belongs to.”

Oh, fuck.

Pressure builds in my belly and I can’t stop my fingernails from digging into his skin, even if he hadn’t just told me to. He hisses, slamming into me harder and I gasp.

“Don’t stop,” I beg. My entire body is strung tight, dancing on the edge of the orgasm I so desperately need.

“Fucking never,” he growls back, the muscles in his arm flexing as he holds himself up and continues to fuck me in a way that I know is going to hurt so goddamn good tomorrow. He slips the hand out from behind my neck and wraps his around my throat. A shudder races through me as his gaze holds me captive and he tightens his hand over so slightly.