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Those same sexy fingers swirl around my clit before gliding through my folds again. I don’t know what kind of magic this is, but I never want it to end. I’m having a hard time focusing on whatever it is he’s trying to tell me, which, to be honest, is coming out in bits and pieces anyway, so maybe he’s having as difficult a time as well.

“I’m going to make you come.”

And with that, he slips two fingers inside me, pressing the palm of his hand against my clit, and he begins to make a come-hither motion to rival all come-hither motions. I don’t know how or why this is the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life, but that is exactly what it is.

I’m ready to come, and he hasn’t even really done anything yet. I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his leather vest thingy as he continues to move his fingers and firmly presses his palm against my clit with just the perfect amount of pressure.

My eyes almost roll to the back of my head, but as my eyelids start to flutter closed, he makes a noise before he speaks. When he does, his words come out through gritted teeth. His jaw tight and his tone tense.

“Open your eyes. Look at me,” he demands.

I do instantly. My eyes fly open and connect to his. He’s not smiling. In fact, his jaw is tight, and he watches me for a moment in silence. His fingers don’t stop moving. They work me in a way that has never been done to me before. It’s otherworldly; that’s the only way I can describe it.

Out of this freaking world.

I don’t know what to say. I’ve never been someone who talks during sex, though I haven’t had a whole bunch of it in my life, but I’m more of a moan-and-groan girlie. Plus, I don’t even know what I would say. I’d feel really goofy.

“Fuck,” Wrath hisses. “When you come, I want you to say my name. You’re close, yeah?” he asks, his words coming out as a soft growl.

“I’m close,” I exhale.

I can’t say it any louder than that. It’s all I can do to whisper the words, because they are indeed true. I am close, so damn close that I don’t know what I’m going to do. I feel like I want to claw at my skin, but instead, I grip him tighter, no doubt ruining the leather of his vest, but I can’t seem to care.

When his hands leave my body, I cry out softly. He lets out a chuckle, but he’s not laughing at me, at least I don’t think he is. My brain is spinning around so damn fast that I don’t know which way is up, and then it doesn’t matter, because he wraps his fingers around the backs of my thighs and flips me onto my back.

I hear his belt jingle, and then I feel the head of his cock against my center. I wrap my fingers around his biceps as he slowly sinks inside me, his eyes focused on mine and nowhere else.

My breath hitches.

He stays still, unmoving as he looks directly into my eyes, connecting to me in every way a man can connect, and I wonder how his words can be true. How can he have nothing but orgasms to offer me when he makes my head spin and my heart race this way?

When he stretches and fills me, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire body without even moving?

When his fingers alone could send me into orbit?

CHAPTER

SEVENTEEN

ELODIE

Warmth surrounds me, maybe too much warmth, but I don’t want to move. I don’t want to open my eyes and have this dream come crashing down around me. But when a hard band wraps around my waist and my body is hauled against what feels like a wall of cement, my eyes widen, popping open immediately, and then my breath hitches when I feel lips touch my shoulder. It’s in this moment of a somewhat sleepy haze that I realize not only where I am but also what’s happened.

I slept with Wrath.

With a fucking Iron Flame MC guy.

A guy I barely know.

Oh. My. God.

“Mornin’,” he murmurs against my shoulder.

His tongue slides across my skin, then he shifts me so I’m beneath him. My initial panic begins to fade, and it’s replaced with want… need… desire.

Wrath pushes up slightly, his eyes searching mine. He looks just as tired as I feel, but it doesn’t take away from his looks. He’s absolutely beautiful, and I find myself doing exactly what I know I shouldn’t.

Falling for him.