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“I’ve got you,” I promise against her, adding a second finger, my pace firm and unrelenting now. “Come for me. Show me how beautiful you are when you’re consumed by pleasure.”

I pump her with my fingers, and fuck, she’s so wet, so hot that it makes my cock ache. I press my other hand down above her clit, and her sounds become primal. I pick up the pace of my fingers, the wet sound of her arousal filling the room. She tightens around my fingers right before I feel her flood my hand. I lift my mouth, fingers still moving frantically inside her, to watch as she squirts, her orgasm consuming every inch of her body.

“Oh, fuck!” she screams, looking down in disbelief.

I meet her eyes. “Bella, you just made an absolute mess.”

“I—” she shutters. “I don’t think I’ve ever done that before.”

I raise my fingers to my mouth, sucking them slowly, eyes still on hers. “Most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.”

I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and she stares at me like she’s trying to remember how language works.

“You,” she breathes, “are dangerous.”

I lean in, kiss her slow and deep, letting her taste herself on my tongue until her breath evens out. She melts into it, one hand on my jaw, the other roaming over my chest. Her tongue slides against mine, slow at first, then deeper, needier. I feel her fingers slip under my open shirt, forcing it down my arms and I discard itto the floor. Her hands return to my skin, skimming my stomach, nails lightly scratching across my abs. My breath breaks against her mouth.

I stand, and she crawls to the side of the bed, hands reaching for my belt. My eyes close as she covers my stomach with featherlight touches of her lips and gentle strokes of her tongue.

I usually keep sex a rushed, chaotic chase to a finish. But right now, she’s slowing me down, making me feel something unfamiliar. My head spins before I place my hands in her hair, tilting her head to look at me and the way her eyes are hazy, filled with lust, is burned into my memory.

“Fuck,” I say, voice rough, “Bella, what are you doing to me?”

Her smile is wicked. “Right now? I’m asking you to fuck me.”

She shifts up the mattress, placing her head on the pillow. The sight of her—hair messy, lips swollen, tits and pussy on display—pulls everything in me tight. I push her knees wider and move closer.

She arches her back as I lower my mouth to her breast, tongue circling her nipple before I pull it between my lips. I take my time tasting her skin, switching sides, letting her feel the stroke of my tongue and the light scrape of my teeth. Her back arches, offering more, chasing every touch.

When I drag my mouth back up to hers, she’s trembling. Her hand slides down my chest, over my abdomen, to the bulge straining against my zipper. Her palm presses gently against my cock, then harder.

“You’ve been hard for me since the elevator,” she whispers.

I breathe out a low curse. “I was hard long before that, Neomi.”

I stand from the bed to strip off my pants and boxer briefs, retrieving the condom in my wallet.

She pushes up to her elbows, watching me as she bites her lip, eyes on my cock. “Fuck, Lars. You’re going to break me with that thing.”

I grin and begin to stroke my length. Her eyes watch the movement. “Don’t worry, we’ll make it fit.”

I return to her, sitting back on my heels between her calves, ripping the foil with my teeth, spitting it across the bed. I roll the condom down and lean over her. Her breath is still uneven, chest lifting in quick, shallow pulls beneath me, but the second I press my hips against hers, her body reacts—instinctive and greedy. The slick heat of her slides along my length, and every part of me tightens with sharp, vicious want.

I brace one hand beside her head, the other sliding down her thigh, lifting it until her knee hooks over my hip. The angle pulls her open, soft and ready, and the sound she makes—quiet and raw—obliterates the last thread of restraint I pretended to have.

“Neomi,” I warn, breath rough.

Her smile sharpens. “I want to see you break, Lars.”

It hits me low and violently. I grab both her wrists and pin them above her head, lowering my mouth to hers.

“Careful what you ask for,” I warn her. “I don’t break. I take what I want.”

I reach down, cock in my hand as I drag the tip against her pussy, coating myself in her arousal. Her back arches, pressing her breasts against my chest.

“Lars—” she gasps when I line up at her entrance. “Please.”

I keep teasing her, circling her clit with the tip of my cock.