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Desperate.

My fingers trail to the back of her bra, gripping the clasps and unhooking them in one smooth motion. Her bra falls, and she throws it across the room. She grips my wrist with her hand and places it on one of her perfectly round breasts. I swallow as I admire them in the pink hue of the rising sun beyond the city buildings.

Feeling her was one thing. Being able to see her uncovered is another. If I wasn’t already on my knees, I’d be dropping to them at this moment.

“Touch me, Xander,” she whispers, lifting my chin towards her face.

Fuck. You’d think I’ve never had sex before with the way I’m acting. But I can’t help it. She’s got me trapped under a spell that I’m struggling to shake myself from.

She leans her hands back on the bed, baring herself to me.

All beautiful toned muscles and curves.

This isn’t how I imagined myself taking her for the first time, but it’s clear that she needs this.

I need this.

And I’m nothing if not here to give her everything she wants.

I crawl onto the bed on top of her. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I dip my mouth to hers in a searing kiss as her hands roam my body. My shoulders. My arms. The hard abs on my stomach. I can feel every single one of her touches, and it chars into my skin like the charcoal I’ve exhausted to draw in every detail of her my eyes have memorised. I kiss my way down her.

Having the privilege of being able to take all of her is everything and more.

Reaching the hem of her pants, I gently graze my teeth along her bikini line. A moan slips from her, and I watch as she throws her head back, her chest moving faster with her breathing.

She looks fucking incredible.

My hands cradle the sides of her ass as I grasp the material with my fingers. Her breathing gets louder as she looks back down at me, eyes hooded.

Placing my hands on her knees, I spread them further apart. A whine leaves her lips when she realises I’m not taking off her underwear just yet.

“Patience,” I purr.

Jac could walk into this room at any second and see me consuming every inch of her. But I couldn’t give a single fuck right now. He would have to pry her out of my cold, dead hands.

My tongue darts out, and spreading it over her already wet heat, I lick upwards over the lacy material. I damn near fucking whimper from the taste of her seeping through onto my tongue. She sighs, letting her head hit the pillows.

“You’re already so fucking soaked for me,” I murmur right into her. The vibrations from my voice cause her to moan again, and my cock is officially bursting out of its confines.

My tongue smooths over the material again, all the way up to the hem of her pants. I catch it in my teeth and slowly pull it down her smooth, toned legs, revealing her glistening pussy.

I kneel above her, letting the lace hang from my forefinger.

She shivers as I lightly drag it up her leg and over the small abs of her stomach. I circle them around her nipples and watch as they rise into solid peaks. I weave it between her breasts and drag them up the column of her neck.

“Open,” I command softly.

Her plump lips part, and I slowly feed them into her mouth, bunching them inside.

“Can you be quiet for me, sweetheart?”

She nods.

“Good girl,” I whisper, and she rolls her eyes to the back of her head, a small moan escaping her throat. “Did you like that?” I ask.

She hesitates but slowly nods her head.

I noticed as much the first time I called her my good girl.