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This felt like everything. Every slow slide of his dick out and back in was a mixture of ecstasy and torture. He kept the pace slow, teasing her, building it up. With each stroke, his bodytensed when he was buried inside of her. Oh, he knew how to consume her body. He knew what ownership was. He knew how to get her so addicted to this, she would never be able to let go of him. Now she understood him wanting her to be the one to beg.
She would belong to him after this.
She spread her knees wider and let him into the apex between her thighs better, and he drove into her a little faster now as a reward.
She moved her body with his, and this felt natural. It felt so good…so right. So perfect, as if her body had always been waiting for this moment, and this connection right here.
Nothing had ever felt so good before.
And she could feel it—this tether binding them the longer they were fused to each other’s skin.
“What’s happening?” Tabian whispered, easing back to search her eyes. “What are you doing to me?”
She shook her head slightly, unable to speak with how good he felt moving inside of her. All she could do was cup his neck and pull him back down to her so she could taste him again.
He wrapped her up like a warm blanket and pushed into her deeper, his entire body tensing and relaxing against her at such a perfect pace.
Deep into her, slow out, deep drive into her, slow out.
She moaned and her legs shook as he drove her closer to the edge. Her orgasm crashed through her before she even had time to realize what was happening. She arched back against the mattress and closed her eyes as he rammed into her over and over, dragging every throbbing sensation of pleasure from her body.
She cried out as he pushed into her harder, faster. Another release was already building inside of her. “It feels good again,” she whispered mindlessly.
“I’ve got you,” he ground out, sliding into her harder. Harder. Harder.
The headboard was hitting the wall, and she was crying out with each stroke into her, and he was so tense, and he was holding her so perfectly as her next release shattered her.
He didn’t slow but instead gritted out her name and matched her. He shot jets of warmth into her as her release thundered on.
The world disappeared completely in that time where they were both just lost in each other.
No struggle existed. It was just her and Tabian, and she was safe.
She was safe.
She clung to him, and he kissed her, gripping the back of her neck.
She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, locked in each other’s arms. All she knew was she never wanted it to end.
Tabian trailed kisses down her jaw, down her neck, down her collarbone and then to her shoulder before he eased out of her and pushed off the bed.
“You’re leaving?” she worried aloud.
“What? Hell no, goofball. I’m grabbing water for us. And maybe some breakfast.”
Oh. She bit back a smile as she rolled onto her side and watched him saunter down the hallway toward the kitchen. His ass was absolutely perfect.
That had just happened.
She dragged the sheet up to her face and grinned. She’d just slept with Tabian. They weren’t over like she’d tried to convince herself.
She wasn’t too much.
He was still here claiming her more and more. Even after everything she had exposed to him.
Her cheeks heated with happiness.
He returned in a few minutes with a couple bottles of water and an armful of snacks he’d raided from the pantry.
