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A trickle of sweat works its way slowly down the back of my leg.

Theres a rhythmic, high-pitched squeaking noise coming from somewhere, and I cant tell if its originating from the bed frame or me.

God, I hope its not me.

Roman adjusts his grip under my knees, lifting me higher as he slams into me, and suddenly I dont give a single shit about what kind of noises Im making. A breathy moan falls from my lips, and I massage my aching breasts, tugging on my nipples as I look down my body at the place where were connected.

My breasts are flushed from the rough scrape of Romans stubble, from his lips and teeth and tongue as he feasted on them earlier, and my whole body is covered in a light sheen of sweat. My ass hovers a few inches above the soft sheets, giving the breathtaking man above me the perfect angle as he thrusts hard and deep.

I cant stop staring at his body as he moves inside me. The thickness of his cock, the flex of his muscled abs, his broad chest and shoulders, the tension visible in his neck as he works us both toward our climax. Hes gleaming with sweat too, and it makes him look even more stunningly gorgeous, more dangerous and wild than usual.

Look at me, Reckless. Watch me while I fuck you.

His words, spoken in a rough baritone, make my pussy clench around him, and he groans as I comply.

I mean, I have been watching him. Its all Ive been doing. I cant take my damn eyes off him.

But I know what he wants.

Dragging my attention up the hard planes of his body, I breathe harder as his cobalt gaze burns into me. Im completely nakedaside from my magic dampening cuffand have been for the past several hours, through two rounds of toe-curling sex before this, but something about the look he gives me now makes me feel like Im laid completely bare in a way that has nothing to do with clothes.

I squirm uncomfortably, incredibly turned on by his stare but terrified of it too. His firm hold under my knees makes it impossible to escape though. And if Im honest with myself, I dont want to go anywhere. My legs are shaking, my chest rising and falling sharply as another orgasm gathers deep in my core.

And I want that orgasm.

I want it so fucking bad, and Im not going anywhere until I get it.

Squeezing my breasts, I pinch my nipples so hard I gasp, and for a second, I lose Romans dark blues as his gaze flicks down. His nostrils flare, and I swear I feel his cock swell inside me, and when he looks back up at my face, theres an expression of such raw hunger on his features that it makes me impossibly wetter.

Fuck, Roman. Oh God. I clamp my lower lip between my teeth, keeping my gaze locked on his.

Youre close, arent you? he grunts, the force of his thrusts making my whole body shake and the bed squeak even louder. Does my girl want to come?

Fuck.

Hes pushing my buttons, and he knows it.

Ive been so adamant about not being ready for a real relationship, about keeping this thing between us sex only but hearing him call me my girl does funny things to my body. Its like my clit and my heart both spasm at once, and the resulting tremors crash through me like waves on a stormy sea, spreading pleasure so intense its almost painful.

Yes, I gasp, releasing my aching nipples to rake my fingernails up and down his forearms. Goddamn, theyre so fucking strong, the muscles taut and lean as he holds me up and pumps into me. Please!

Touch yourself again. Play with your clit. Make yourself come.

I love and hate that my hand is already moving before he finishes speaking, as if my body has already decided he owns me, that itll do whatever he commands. My fingertips strum my clit, making heat build warm and steady in my core. I can feel him sliding in and out of me, my fingers so close to where his cock penetrates me, and my hand moves faster, my body barreling toward release.

Romans gaze moves down again, fixing on my frantically circling fingers, and a new expression crosses his face.

Possessiveness.

Before I can even register whats happening, hes pulling out of me, and I find myself flipped over onto my stomach quickly. He hauls me up onto all fours and plunges back into me from behind, filling me to the hilt from this delicious new angle. Then he wraps his arms tight around my stomach and chest, lifting me so were both on our knees on the soft mattress, our bodies plastered together. The angle changes again, and with the thick bands of his arms pinning me to him, I cant do much but hold on and gasp for air.

I was so close so damn close, and Im still hanging on that precipice, needing nothing more than the slightest nudge to send me careening over the edge of my release.

I changed my mind, he growls softly in my ear, in the tone that first made me wet for him when he came into The Den last summer. The tone that featured in more than one of my fantasies over the winter break. I want to do it. I want you to come on my cock and on my fingers, and I want you to scream my name when you do.

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.

He better get busy with those damn fingers before his words alone give me the most intense orgasm of my life.

I moan something unintelligible that has the word yes in it somewhere, and Roman finally decides to put me out of my sweet misery. One arm stays locked around my waist, holding me upright, while the other slips down to work my clit. His thrusts are slower and deeper in this position, and I can tell hes close too, holding off until he makes me come.

His lips drop to my ear, biting my earlobe and making me shudder. I turn my head and attack his lips with mine as the pleasure finally peaks, making white spots dance in my vision.

My body locks up, and I tear my mouth away from his to cry out, Oh fuck! Roman!

He grunts, slamming into me hard and grinding his hips against my ass as his cock pulses inside me and he follows me over the edge. God, yes, Elliot.

When the aftershocks finally stop quaking through my body, I realize Im covered in more than a ladylike sheen of sweat by now. My whole body is sated, wrung out, and sore, like I just finished a marathon.

And I guess I did.

A sex marathon, which is the best kind, as far as Im concerned.

Roman slowly pulls out of me, securing the condom with one hand, before we both collapse on the bed. He lands on his back and pulls me roughly into his body, draping me partway over him so our sweaty skin sticks together. He pushes my wild hair out of my face and dips his head to kiss me thoroughly, stroking his tongue against mine so skillfully that my body perks up, convinced that maybe she could handle one more round.

Down girl, I mutter as I break the kiss, nestling into the crook of Romans arm contentedly.

Im not a girl. He chuckles softly, the sound rumbling against my ear. If you havent figured that out by now, Ive been doing something very wrong for the past few hours.