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Since we had sex the first time, our craving for each other has been insatiable.

To tease him, I only rub my clit against him.

Rowan catches on quickly and playfully narrows his eyes at me. “Teasing me, my light?”

“Mmm . . . maybe.” I rub faster and faster, and work my clit against his pelvis, searching for my next orgasm.

Suddenly, I’m flipped onto my back, my hands are grabbed, and Rowan pins them above my head with one of his.

My panties are ripped clean off my body before he presses his hand to my abdomen, effectively stopping me from moving.

Looking like the wolf he is, he slams so hard into me, it rips a cry from me.

“That’s it,” he growls as he begins to hammer into me with brute force. “Let me hear your screams.”

“Hotel.” I gasp with every rough thrust. “People.”

“I don’t give a fuck about them,” he says, his tone dark and dangerous. “Either you fucking scream, or I’ll fuck you until you pass out.”

“That doesn’t . . .” Gasp. “. . . sound like . . .” Hard thrust. “. . . a threat,” Another burst of air. “. . . but a good time.”

His hand moves up to my neck, and his fingers wrap around my throat. Then he loses his ever-loving mind, and he goes into beast mode, pounding the hell out of me.

My mouth opens wide, my eyes fall shut, and my body is completely under his control as he fucks me raw.

The pleasure that hits is something I’ve never experienced before. It sizzles through my body, making my core clench to keep his cock imprisoned inside me, and turns my bones to jello.

I black out from the intensity for a few seconds, and when I become aware of my surroundings again, the pleasure causes my body to convulse like I’m being electrocuted.

For a second, Rowan’s fingers tighten around my throat, cutting off my air supply, and it makes another orgasm follow right on the heels of the one I’m already having.

The instant he eases his grip, a scream tears from me.

His body falls over mine, pressing me hard into the bed, and as he slams twice more inside me, a low groan is torn from his chest.

When my ecstasy begins to fade, I lie on the bed with my legs spread, my arms above my head, and my clit overly sensitive from just being pulverized.

“Holy.” I suck in desperate breaths. “Shit.”

He lifts his head, and with a post-sex glow on his face, he smirks. “Got you to pass out and scream.”

I nod, amazed by what he just made me experience.

“You look fucked senseless.” He chuckles.

I nod again, lying like a limp noodle while waiting for some strength to return to my body.

“So cute.”

Then he pulls out, and I jerk from how sensitive I am.

Rowan’s arms slip beneath me, lifting me bridal style to his chest. As he carries me to the bathroom, he says, “We’ll soak in a warm bath to ease your muscles, then head down to the festival.”

“Sounds good.”

I let my man take care of me because it takes close to thirty minutes before I’m at full strength again, then we get dressed and leave the room to join in the festivities.

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