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“Tell me what’s going on,” I said, my voice a whisper now.

“I don’t think I feel like talking,” he said.

Reaching for my neck, he pulled me up to his lips in a forceful kiss, his tongue taking ownership of my desire. My body lost all sense of control as I gave in to him, my tongue dueling his in mimicked want. Grabbing my torso in a sexy, dominant motion, he pulled me swiftly under him. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling and clawing at his shoulders in wanton need. I scratched down his back, making my way to his perfect ass. His sheer size prevented my reach and I struggled to adjust our position, squirming for a better vantage point beneath his large form. My attempts to maneuver were fruitless though as he pinned my arms down at my sides. Pulling his lips from mine, they brushed along my jaw and neck, his tongue leaving a tingling wetness on my overheated skin. My body arched at the sensual feel of him devouring my neck, his licks catching my skin on fire.

The wet burning trail continued along my chest, stopping suddenly at my neckline. Pushing me back on the bed, he pondered the obstruction for a second before reaching for the front of my dress, tearing it off in one strong fluid motion, before absently tossing it to the floor. My heated skin perked against the sudden cool air, my breathless gasp turning his lustful, burning gaze molten as his lips quirked back into a sexy smirk. With a deftness I’d become quite familiar with, he undressed quickly, standing in front of me and letting me admire the view.

Holy shit. I felt the blush staining my burning cheeks as I got the view of him I had been obsessed with since the last time I had seen it.

He seemed to be in a hurry, but all of a sudden I wanted to take my time. I promised myself right before I reached out for him that this would be the last time, a goodbye of sorts. After this brief moment of comfort I could go back to being furious at them. I just needed one last break from it right now.

I sat up and took his face in my hands, pulling him up towards me for a soft kiss. Nuzzling his nose against mine, we stared at each other for a long moment in silence. I could see his eyes asking me questions about what I was doing. With a gentle squeeze at my waist, he shifted me back onto the bed before coming over top of me, resting his weight on his arms to stare deep into my eyes.

“Is this okay?” he asked. There was a depth of genuine concern in his question that was so different from how he normally was. This was the first time that I actually felt like I had a choice in the matter.

I could read his unease clearly as he awaited my reply. I couldn’t seem to make my voice work, so I just nodded.

“Make me forget everything,” I finally whispered after a long moment. I didn’t want to think about the world waiting outside of our little room. I just wanted the here and now. I didn’t want to think about my cell and the gorgeous, perfect Vepar female who seemed to want them. I just wanted him...right now.

I found myself feeling rather possessive at that moment. Perhaps territorial was the most apt description, the words he’s mine floating through my head. A sudden uncontrollable urge to imprint myself on this Vepar flowed through my body like a tidal wave. To remind him exactly why I should be satisfying his needs. Not that beautiful Vepar. Not anyone else.

If this was going to be the last time, I wanted to make it a lasting one.

I pulled him down to my lips, needing to express my passionate insight through touch, putting every ounce of myself into my kiss. Sliding my tongue along his, I nipped his bottom lip, eliciting his released moan. It ignited my ardor and I tugged hard on the hair at his nape. He growled in response to my aggressiveness, rolling onto his back as if sensing my unspoken need for control, pulling me to lay atop his lean body.

Bracing myself on his chest, I pushed up to straddle him. Staring down into his stunning face, my mouth curled into an enticing smile, taking in his wet, swollen lips as a result of my fueled kiss. “This is different,” he said with an awestruck look.

“Don’t misunderstand this,” I said, biting my lip seductively, brushing my palm across his glorious pecs.

“Oh?” The feel of him under my fingertips was intoxicating. My hands devoured his chest, thumbing his hardened nipples before feeling my way down along his happy trail. His intensified exhale of breath exhilarated my senses all the more.

“I’m simply hungry....”

“Hungry?” he questioned, his eyebrow tantalizing me, testing my restraint for control.

“Mmhmm,” I nodded as I teasingly licked my lips.

“Is that right?” he managed, as he glided his fingers up my thighs, resting his hands on my hips, his palms scorching my skin. The feel of his hardness between my legs enticed me. Rolling my hips, my head fell back in a moan at the feel of him sliding along my sensitive skin, assailing me with shooting darts of pleasure.

I steeled myself above him, desperate to maintain some level of equanimity. His eyes were molten, beginning to glow in that telling way, fueling my desire to take charge. Placing my hands over his on my hips, I proceeded to move, a slow, measured gyration over him.

“Yes, that’s right. I want you buried so deep inside me you’ll never forget how it feels. I want you to crave it as much as I’m craving you.”

His lust-filled expression at my declaration, combined with the image my words evoked, shot my arousal sky high. I throbbed in time with my accelerated heartbeat as my need to feel him overtook me. I shifted backwards until I could touch him, the solid feel of him in my palm sent tingles through me as I stroked up and down. His eyes closed on a guttural moan.

“Crave you? I’m already there, kitten. I’m already there.” Witnessing my effect on him was empowering. Thrilling. I wanted more.

Pushing myself up, I surprised him with my instant drop, taking him all the way in. The fullness was overwhelming, exquisite. The pleasure escaped from my lips in a breathless cry, echoed by his husky groan. I lifted without hesitation, eager to feel him, rising slowly to savor the sensation. Pausing, I was lost in exhilaration, the tip tantalizing my entrance. He gripped my thighs, tempting my teasing power. I felt brazen with command.

Reaching down between us, I grabbed him, and stroked him with gentle dominance before taking him to the hilt once more.

“Fuck, Ella,” his throaty release filled me with sexual authority. I created a rhythm above him, sliding up once more before dropping back down.

“Ella . . . ” his emission urged my increase in speed, wanting to continue pleasing him, needing to elicit such reactions. Every moan, every delicious squeeze of his fingers at my hips spiked my fervor as I rode him relentlessly, spurring my body to an exploding peak.

I fell over the edge, screaming his name, right as he lifted his head up and sank his teeth in my neck.

“Fuck . . . ” the delightful edge of pain brought me back to earth. Wrapping his hands firmly around my waist, he swiftly flipped me onto my back, still savoring the blood dripping from my neck. He moved with an almost out of control enthusiasm.


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