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He’s a man possessed.

Driven only by thoughts of my pleasure and hearing me scream his name.

And I’m fucking lost.

My body is searching for release, pressure building in my belly and just when I think I’m about to crash over that cliff, he pulls away. I whine out in protest as he stands up and grabs my hand, pulling me back into a sitting position and slams his lips over mine. The sweet salty taste of my pussy floods my mouth and I wrap my arms around him, rubbing my bare tits against him, searching for relief.

More.

I reach down and grab the bottom of his shirt, pushing it up to reveal the ridges of his abs. Reaching behind him, he grabs the back of the shirt and pulls it over his head in one fluid motion, barely interrupting our kiss. My hands trail down his stomach, feeling every delicious groove of his muscles and he groans as he fumbles with the button on his jeans.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pulling away enough to kick his jeans off. “I need to be inside you, baby girl.”

I nod, a whimper escaping my lips. “Yes.”

As soon as his jeans and boxers are off, my gaze drops to the impressive erection between us.

Oh fuck.

He’s big.

Of course he’s big.

My mind immediately jumps to how his cock is going to feel inside me. I bite my lip as I reach forward and wrap my hand around the shaft. His head drops back and a groan falls out of his mouth. Reaching up, one of his hands slips into my hair, gripping the strands tightly and his chest heaves as I slowly stroke his length.

“Lennon,” he growls between clenched teeth. “I’m never going to last if you keep fucking touching me like that.”

“Like what?” I whisper, a strange sense of power filling me as I lean forward and press my lips against his pec. He gives my hair a tug but doesn’t stop me.

“You know damn well like what.”

I hum in response, dragging my tongue from his chest up to his neck, the salt of his skin making me ache even more. This time, he tugs my hair hard enough to pull me away from his chest but before I can protest, his lips are on mine again. As he thoroughly distracts me with his kiss, his hand slips down between us and slips two fingers inside me.

I gasp and he grins against my lips. “Oh, baby. You’re going to feel so fucking good squeezing my cock.”

“Please, Dalton.” I am reduced to begging. “I need you.”

He slips his finger out of me and then I feel the head of his dick pressing against my entrance.

“One last chance, Lenn,” he whispers against my lips, his entire body trembling with restraint. “Tell me you want this.”

I nod, pulling him closer. “I want you.”

He groans, pushing forward and filling me up. I gasp as my body stretches around him and the two of us are still for a moment. His breath fans across my face and I look up, meeting his eyes. The blue is darker than before and the need staring back at me unravels me. It’s been so damn long since I’ve felt wanted but I don’t think I’ve ever felt as desired as I do right now.

He may be Hyde in the ring but here?

Here with me, he’s just Dalton and he’s an open damn book.

Maintaining eye contact, he pulls out slowly, dragging his cock along every little nerve ending inside me and my head falls back, my eyes fluttering closed.

“Don’t look away from me, baby,” he orders and instantly, my eyes open again, meeting his. His thrusts forward, filling me again and then, we fall into a slow, controlled rhythm that has pressure climbing in my belly once again.

Slow.

Controlled.

Contained.