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So big.Toobig. I was never going to fit him. Way too tight…except I’d already fit him once. I’d fit him perfectly in that shower.

“Dominic, please,” I begged, pushing my hips up to meet him, and he thrust himself inside me again, this time going halfway in. The pain was like electricity buzzing on my skin, but it only lasted a heartbeat. The pleasure was relentless. It wantedallof it for itself, and it wasn’t going to let any pain get in the way.

“Don’t come until I say so,” he ordered again, eyes shut tight, forehead pressed to mine, jaw locked as he moved himself inside me again, this time a bit harder.

I tried to argue again—how was I going to stop the feelings that already had perfect control of my body? But he moved, faster, harder, and the pain and the pleasure wiped my mind clean of words and thoughts.

“Just a little more, baby,” he whispered against my lips. “You got this. Just a little more.”

And holding my hips down with one hand, he thrust himself all the way inside me in one motion. The sounds that left my mouth would have been embarrassing if he wasn’t moaning the same way. I held onto his neck with all my strength as my body struggled to adjust to the size of him. We didn’t move for a long moment, hoping we’d get control of ourselves in a bit, when it stopped feeling so damn incredible to be connected like this.

“Teddy?” he whispered, breathing heavily, one hand holding my hips, the other all around my waist.

“Yes?” I breathed, and by some miracle, a little voice came out of me.

He leaned his head to the side and pressed a kiss on my shoulder, right over where the werewolf had bitten me. The wound was closed, only the scars remained, and the pain wasn’t even half of what it used to be. But right now, I didn’t feel it. I probably would tomorrow, but the adrenaline wiped every trace of it from my body. It would for as long as he was here.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pressing his lips to my skin, moving to the side of my neck and up my jaw.

My eyes squeezed shut, a wave of tears coming at me out of nowhere. I held onto him and kissed his cheek, his nose, his eyes. So much better than anything I’d ever dreamed or fantasized.

“It’s okay,” I told him. “We’ll figure it out.” As long as we both wanted to, we would.

“I keep hurting you,” he whispered, trailing kisses up my jaw and to my ear.

“Just make sure you don’t break me all the way.” Because I wouldn’t be able to come back from that, no matter what. He was a…complicatedman to say the least, but I understood him. The need for revenge that had driven him all his life was the same need that had driven me to leave my whole life behind. I had refused to let anything get in my way, and he’d tried to do it, too.

But…here he was. In my bed. Inside me again. And maybe it made me pathetic and weak to appreciate that, but I did. It said to me so much more than his words could.

When he started moving again, slowly, I grabbed his hair, needing to hold onto him until the pain disappeared completely and left way only for the pleasure. We stayed like that, our lips touching though we didn’t kiss, our eyes on each other, and we moved slowly, in perfect harmony, until he was all the way out of me, and deep inside again.

Eventually, our movements became more desperate, faster, harder. His fingers dug into my skin and his heart beat as fast as mine. I could feel it every time my hands traveled to his chest, touching his smooth skin. His words stayed with me—don’t come, don’t come—but I was so close to the edge, had been since before he was inside me, that I had to grit my teeth and hold myself back with all my strength.

“Dominic, I can’t hold it,” I told him because I wanted to give himeverythinghe wanted, but my body had its limits.

“You can do it, baby,” he said, and just like every other time he called mebaby, he brought me a little closer. “I need to taste you,” he whispered. “Just a little taste.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to focus on his hands instead of his cock thrusting inside me. It had to be the most difficult thing I’d ever done in my life, and had he lasted another minute longer, I’d have been a goner.

But Dominic came, burying his face in my neck, moaning loudly as he held onto my body and drove himself inside me as if he was trying toreallybreak me in half. I felt him pulsating inside me, and the thought tortured me for a few more seconds. He must have known that I was about to lose my freaking mind because he pulled himself out of me right away and slammed down onto my chest with another moan, kissing my neck and licking my skin. I needed him so much it hurt, and without him inside me, I instantly felt empty.

“Dominic,” I breathed, his name coming out of my lips so naturally, you’d think I’d been calling it all my life.

“Almost there,” he whispered, moving himself lower, trailing kisses down my chest and to my nipples, before he sucked one in his mouth again. But I needed him lower. I needed him inside me—his fingers, his tongue, hiseverything—it didn’t matter. I thrust my hips up just to tell him how much I needed him down there, but he took his sweet time again, like he enjoyed torturing me.

“I hate that I can’t do everything to you all at once,” he said as he kissed and bit my stomach, making my back arch.

“Please,” I panted, but he didn’t rush.

“Almost there, baby.”

“But—”

“I need to take my time with you because you’re gonna realize soon how bad I am for you,” he said.

“No,” I whispered, the idea seeming ridiculous to me right now.

“Yes,” he insisted, running his tongue over my hipbone. “I’m gonna screw it up one way or the other because that’s what I do.” He kissed my thigh, and with his other hand, he pushed my other leg farther away. His warm breath blew against my wet folds, making me shiver. “But I need to have this—otherwise I’m gonna lose my fucking mind, Teddybear.”


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