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My weak arms snaked around his neck, my body craving his warmth as my knees nearly buckled beneath me.

His hands found my hips and he pulled me closer, allowing me to straddle his lap. A strained groan slipped from his throat as my nails trailed up his nape, my fingers tangling in his soft hair.

Our tongues danced to a dangerous rhythm, as though he’d been suffocating for years and I was his first breath of air. I could taste the alcohol on his tongue and it only fueled my desire for him.

His rough hands trailed every curve of my body like it had been second nature to him. Like even with his eyes shut while drowning in a lustful kiss, he could still map out every inch of me.

My hips rolled once, and that was more than enough for his hands to grip my waist and pull my body up against his.

His hand glided up my spine, gripping my nape as he controlled the kiss, and a fiery explosion of vast desperation consumed us.

My fleeting pulse slipped between my thighs, grazing my aching clit.

“Fuck,” I breathed between kisses, and his lips attacked the crease of my neck.

The warm pad of his tongue pressed to the base of my throat and he licked all the way up, nipping my earlobe with his teeth. I whimpered, allowing my head to fall to the side and his mouth latched onto the sensitive part of my skin. He sucked—hard—and it was deep enough to mark me as his. And I let him.

His fingers slipped into my hair and he gripped my roots, making me whimper. Slightly, he tugged my head back as his lips brushed over my ear.

“I’m going to make you scream my name so that you never forget who you belong to,” he rasped and my eyes fluttered closed.

By now, my dress had been pushed up to my waist, revealing the red lace panties I was wearing. Shit.

As though he was savoring this dangerous moment, his fingertips trailed down my stomach until his hand slipped between my thighs. A sudden gasp fell from my lips as he cupped my throbbing cunt in his hand.

His rough voice held an underlying taunt that scratched the reckless part of my brain. “You wear this for me?” Maybe.

“No.” I forced a steady tone before our lips clashed in desire again, and I gripped his biceps, breaking the kiss. “And fuck you for assuming otherwise.”

A malicious smirk threatened his lips and his finger trailed up the thin material covering my soaking entrance. I curled my bottom lip between my teeth, fighting desperately against the sounds threatening to escape me.

He pressed a kiss to my ear, his palm applying pressure to my clit.

Pushing the thin piece of material aside, he slipped one finger inside of me and my gasp emitted into the air.

He groaned, pushing his finger deeper inside of me and my nails dug into his shoulder.

He placed a tender kiss to the corner of my mouth, leaving a trail down my jawline.

Then, he slipped a second finger inside of me and my back arched, my hard nipples pressing to his chest. I sighed in pleasure, dropping my forehead on his shoulder.

My hips rolled back and forth, feeling the slow pump of his fingers. His free hand curled around my nape as his lips left a trail of kisses up my jaw until his mouth smashed to mine.

I knew this was wrong. I shouldn’t want this as badly as I did but I couldn’t stop. I craved him in the worst ways possible and as much as I knew it’d inevitably bite me in the ass, right now I didn’t care.

Without breaking the kiss my hips shifted back slightly as I worked his belt, pulling out his hard erection. I moaned at the feeling of him in my palm. Hard and thick. For me. All for me.

Both his hands gripped the sides of my thighs as he lifted me, and his tip brushed my entrance, making me shudder.

I broke the kiss, remembering how big he was, and my mouth went dry. He must have noticed the slight panic in my expression because he slowly lowered me down onto his engorged head and my mouth gaped open. “She was made for me, tesoro,” he whispered as a reminder, lifting his hips underneath me and my head rolled back, eyes squeezed shut with painful pleasure.

His mouth attacked my neck—kissing, sucking, nibbling.

My slow movements turned into pounces as he left open mouth kisses down the front of my throat.

His hand slid up, cupping and squeezing my breast. I whimpered, feeling his mouth latch onto my skin. His teeth tugged my swollen nipple and I moaned, rocking my hips back and forth.

His mouth devoured my right breast as his hand kneaded my right one. His groan of pleasure vibrated through every inch of my body as I looked down at him, tangling my fingers in his hair.