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A growl builds in my chest at that thought, and I reach down to lift him off his feet. Sasha is mine. I know it. I can feel it. Whatever I have to do in order to keep him, I’ll do it. There’s no way I can let him go again.

We reach my bed, and I drop him onto it, taking a second to look at him laid out over my sheets. The pinky-blond curls, the flushed cheeks, his narrow waist in perfect view thanks to those ridiculous tank tops.

An evil little smile crosses his face as he wriggles out of his shorts. I’m left staring at his delicate lace panties wrapped around his hardening cock, and my mouth goes dry.

“That’s right,” he says. “You might be the strongest person I know, but I know your weakness.”

I drag my eyes from the devourable sight and meet his. “Not just the panties,” I crawl slowly over him. “All of you.”

“All of me.”

“Every …” I scrape my teeth over his neck. “Delicious …” Push up his shirt to bite his nipple. “Part …” I reach between his legs and palm his cock, and Sasha’s head tips back as he moans. The sound pools in my gut, seeping lower until my cock gets tight.

“More,” he begs, spreading his legs open.

It triggers the primal part of my brain. The side that can’t control itself around him. My hands claim his body like he might disappear if I stop, and as I kiss and lick all the places I’ve missed, I undress him until he’s naked and covered in my teeth marks.

He looks down, swiping at one over his ribs, and catches his bottom lip between his teeth. “This is exactly what I needed.” Those stubborn blue eyes meet mine. “Don’t stop.”

I lean in and sink my teeth into his inner thigh.

Sasha sighs heavily. “Higher.”

I do it again.

Then his fingers twist into my hair, and he tugs my head up, pressing my face to his balls. “Suck.”

I do, pulling each of the soft, round balls into my mouth and rolling them over my tongue. His breathing has deepened, and my dick is so fucking hard I rub it against the mattress to keep the edge off.

“Take your clothes off.”

I don’t want to stop touching him, so I do it as quickly as possible, while still mouthing at him. My pants get tangled, my underwear clings to my thighs, and my shirt gets caught on my sling, but none of it matters. Not when I wrap my mouth around Sasha’s dick and swallow it to the base.

I listen to the sounds he makes, letting them wrap around me with the intensity of a summer storm. I can’t hold myself back, and it’s terrifying that one person can have this type of hold over me, but when Sasha strokes my hair and murmurs, “Need you inside me …” my chest fucking purrs.

I release his dick long enough to spit on my fingers, and then I work on opening him. The deep need to consume him is still there, but for once, I don’t feel like I’m acting outside of myself. I don’t feel that need to go feral. I stretch his hole with the sole focus of getting to live in that moment when I sink into his body. When our energy merges and everything just feels right.

“That feels so good,” he pants, driving his cock deeper into my mouth. “You have me so close to coming.”

I pull off before he can, and Sasha lets out a whine. His disappointment is evident in the pout he sends my way, but it only makes me laugh. His dick is rock hard and shiny with my spit, but I ignore it as I lean up to kiss him.

“No coming until I fuck you,” I tell him, my lips brushing his. “Need to feel you around me.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Sasha’s hand on my chest guides me until I’m the one lying on my back. “Keep your shoulder still,” he warns, straddling my hips. “I’m the one in control now.”

That gets a deep laugh from me. “You’re always in control.” Ever since I met him, I’ve been helpless.

He owns me. My moods are tied to him. My ability to think, breathe, focus … all tied to him. Sasha has taken my whole life and put it in his pocket, and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

I don’t even want to.

He spits into his hand and strokes it over my cock, making my balls twitch with his touch. His hand is so soft and smooth, I can’t help thrusting into it, but as soon as I do, Sasha lets go.

“Save that for my hole.”

“I don’t know if you’re stretched enough,” I warn him.

“Don’t care.” He proves it by lining my tip up and sinking down onto it. “It hurts,” he moans. “I love it.”