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My orbit.

My sun.

“Harder,” she begged almost incoherently, and her hair swished across the bed as her head swayed back and forth.

“You like it dirty, Lena, baby? You want me to dirty you the way I’ve been aching to do?”

She nodded frantically.

I drove into her so hard that her body surged forward.

“Like that?”

“Yes…more…I need…”

“I have you. I have you.”

I picked up a grueling pace. Thrusting deep and long as her hips quivered in my hands.

Girl giving me everything that she had.

I was overcome.

Taken.

And I needed her closer. To feel her heart and her breaths. Needed her to invade and infest every cell of my being.

I wound my arm around to her front and pulled her up so she was seated on my dick.

Her sweat-soaked back plastered to my chest.

I slid my palm upward and curled my hand around the front of her neck.

The pad of my thumb traced over her pulse point that fluttered and raced, and my other hand slipped around to strum over her clit.

I bucked up into her, making her gasp and arch and plead.

My mouth moved to her ear. “Like this?”

“It’s too much but not enough,” she rasped, and her legs spread wider, trying to take me even deeper.

A vixen set out to conquer.

God knew I was defeated.

My reservations crushed. Demolished by her strength and belief.

Elena cried out in frustration when I removed my fingers from her clit, then moaned the neediest sound when I wound my arm under her leg so I could spread her wider, fingers going right back to the sweet spot that was driving her wild.

“Trevan, oh God, please.”

“I have you, baby, I have you. Know what you need.”

The position allowed me to lift her up a little with each thrust. The twinges of pain that erupted from the stab wound nothing compared to this.

All affliction assuaged in her touch.

Woman spread out as I surged up into her throbbing, perfect cunt.