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I’d make him back off if his cock weren’t confirming it. His head is swollen and red, a trickle of precum running down the side.

And mine is in heaven. Every inch he takes is a torturous wait as I force myself to hold still and let him adjust around me. So warm. So tight. Sheer fucking perfection looming over me in the man I mistook for a weak little rabbit who somehow managed to tame me.

He grunts, fully seated, and takes a second to run his fingers over my abs. “Sometimes you don’t feel real,” he breathes.

I look up at him, and I know what he means. The flushed cheeks, the lashes, the lust-filled glaze to his eyes, and the way he glows in the last of the sun coming through the window … “I know you’re not real,” I tell him. “You’ve got me under your spell. Completely addled.”

He gives me a sweet smile and takes my good hand, kissing the palm before wrapping it around his cock. God, I love the feel of him there. The heated skin, the steely weight, and how soft he is as I stroke him.

Sasha shudders, eyelashes fluttering as his eyes roll back, and then he starts to move. He lifts and grinds down onto me, ass clenching around my shaft. The way his body moves is beautiful, and it’s impossible to stay still. I drive up into him, setting the pace, watching the way his cheeks tremble with each punishing thrust.

I’m in goddamn ecstasy. The kind of high that only comes when every part of your body is engaged. He’s driving my cock mad with how quickly he’s bouncing on it, but there’s more that I’m unprepared for. The way his sounds light my chest up inside, the way my grip on his cock is feeding my possessiveness, how the needy flush covering his body fills my greed with satisfaction.

I’m giving him what he needs, and watching Sasha completely check out of the real world is addictive. His eyes lose focus, his face goes slack, and when he’s close to the edge, his head falls back, pulling the tendons in his neck tight. I imagine biting into them, and my balls ache, and then his whole body goes tense, and cum spills out over my hand. His dick twitches in my grip, and I stroke him through it, rubbing my thumb under the tip in a way that leaves him gasping.

He slumps forward, boneless, and I hold him against me and drive up into him. I can already feel myself leaking as my head goes cloudy. He’s here. He’s really here. His scent and his clinginess and the way he pulls that predatory side of me out and into the open.

I hold him still, taking my fill of his body, lips pressing to his temple as I get myself close. Sasha wraps his arms and legs around me, face burying into my neck, and my good hand finds his hip to hold him in place.

Sasha’s patient as I fuck him, drawing it out as long as possible, thighs cramping under the effort, heels digging into the mattress, and sweat breaking out between us. I’m so fucking hard. So ready. His ass is milking me in the most incredible way, and when I lean down to bring our lips together, it’s like I’m flying.

I can’t even kiss him properly. Can’t concentrate. I’m lost in Sasha and the way he’s turned me into putty beneath him, and when I come, my teeth find his bottom lip, hungrily biting into it as my cock throbs my release into his ass.

“That was amazing,” he says, a sleepy note to his words.

“I’m not done yet.” Even though I just came, my dick hasn’t waned. I roll Sasha onto his side and push back inside him. He’s wet and stretched, and somehow, that turns me on more. This hunger I feel for him is insatiable.

Sasha wriggles back against me. “Anything you need. Anything.”

It’s a risky promise to make. Because I won’t ask him for anything except him. It’s all I need.

And I’m going to be absolutely greedy about taking it all.

CHAPTER

FORTY-TWO

SASHA

Idon’t know how many times we fuck. I’m not sure Lynx gets soft all night. His hands and mouth are always on me, and when his cock isn’t in my ass, his fingers are. My head is so floaty that I sleep through a lot of it, only waking up to the slap of our bodies together or his mouth bringing my cock back to life.

It’s perfect.

The way he wants me has that needy well in my chest overflowing, and every time I blink groggily awake to his hard cock grinding inside me and his teeth at my throat, I really do feel like I might float away. There’s no cum left in me by morning, but that doesn’t stop Lynx from rolling my soft cock in his palm.

“Good morning,” he says, a sexy rasp to his voice. “Did you get enough sleep?”

I turn to grin at him, ass aching, bite marks stinging, and this something in my chest that’s more painful than the rest. His hazel eyes are intense, but there’s a softness to his mouth as he studies my face.

“Surprisingly, being used as a sex doll all night does make it tricky.”

“I couldn’t stop.”

“I didn’t want you to.”

His hand finds its way to my throat, and he rests it there gently, thumb and forefinger settling into the grooves on either side and pressing just slightly more than comfortable. “You can’t ever leave me again.”

I give him a sad smile. “I told you my terms.”