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I dig my fingers into his hips, knuckles pressing against his pelvic bones to hold him still, anchored to me, as I strike even deeper.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Damn it...” he rasps, his voice heavy with a resentment that drowns in pleasure, “Yes—God, yes. Stop asking and just... do it.”

“Tell me. Tell me, Evander,” I growl against his lips, “say that you’re burning the same way.”

I press my forehead against his as I drive my hips home.

“That your thoughts are haunted by my presence... that this is tearing you apart...”

I pull almost entirely out of him and then shove back in with force.

“I cannot—” he gasps, his voice strangled, “I can’t fucking... breathe...”

“Tell me, Evander.”

“Oui, putain, oui... espèce de malédiction, tu me consumes jusqu’aux os,” he moans, his body shifting beneath mine.

“Say it again,” I insist, biting my lip, the rhythm unceasing.

His breath breaks into a hoarse rattle.

“Don’t you dare slow down... keep fucking me.”

His legs snap around my waist, a vice that drags me even deeper as his body tenses to the point of spasm.

What did he just say?

I seize his thighs, hoisting them up in a snap until I have locked them over my shoulders. I drive forward with all my weight, forcing him open to sink as far as possible.

“Look at me.”

“Ah... God... you are—”

“Look how I’m fucking you,” I continue, spitting the words between every blunt impact. “Deep... right where you want it, Dusha.”

My cock fills him without mercy, but suddenly, he lifts an arm and presses it over his eyes, obscuring his face.

“Evander.”

He doesn’t answer, biting his lips hard. I grab his thighs and slide them down from my shoulders, lowering myself until I crush him with my full weight, never ceasing my thrusts. I press my thumb against his mouth, forcing it until I slip my finger between his teeth.

He clamps his jaw shut and bites me hard, sinking his teeth into the skin of my thumb. The pain burns, mixing with the vice of his body around my cock, which pulses harder, swollen to the point of aching.

“Evander?”

He bites down even harder. I begin to slow my movements, long, heavy, almost agonizing strokes while I stare at him over the arm that still covers his eyes. I slow down even more, entering and exiting with a crawl, savoring the clamp of his teeth on my thumb.

“Do you want me to stop?”

For an answer, he hooks one leg around my back, pulling me into him, forcing me to stay wedged inside. I brace my elbow on the mattress to loom over him and sink my teeth into his arm, right over the muscle covering his face, as I slip my thumb from his mouth.

“Talk to me, Dusha,” I say, moving with lazy, exasperating thrusts, pulling out almost entirely before sliding back in.

Evander furrows his brow, pulls his arm from his eyes, and seizes the nape of my neck with force.

“I did not ask you to stop. I asked you to keep fucking me. Do it or get off.”