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Wendy nodded, cheeks flushed and scent filling the room, the bite of a ripe plum urging him on. He tasted her on his lips, over his tongue, breathed her in until the omega was the only thing he could think about, the only thing he wanted to think about.

She dragged her nails from his chest to his waist, gentle, but enough to leave lines behind.

She rolled her hips, her slick sex grinding and sliding along his length.

Nic pulled back and glanced down, watched the head of his cock poise at her center before he pressed forward. Wendy arched into him, legs snapping around his thighs, trying to pull him closer.

It did things to him, knowing Wendy wanted him so much, having her reach for him for more.

So he gave her what she wanted.

Her lips parted on a moan as he rolled his hips into her, slipping inside one inch at a time, until the silicone knot bumped against her entrance. She squeezed tight around him, and a bolt of pleasure zipped up his spine and back down to burn low in his belly.

Nic tightened his fingers around her waist, holding her down into the mattress as he retreated before thrusting slowly once more.

“Fuck,” he groaned, her wet heat pulling him in. The knot bumped against her, he felt the resistance, and she cried out beneath him, hands fisting the sheets since she couldn’t reach his thighs. Wendy liked using her nails. And Nic liked wearing the proof of it. Physical proof that he’d taken care of her.

Little did she know she didn’t even have to use her nails to leave a mark on him, because she was carving herself deeper and deeper into his chest with every breath.

Nic leaned over her, planting a palm beside her head, and watched her breasts bounce with their movements before leaning down to capture a pert nipple between his lips.

Just like he wanted, she threaded her fingers through his hair, scratching her nails along his scalp. Goosebumps erupted and traveled downward, the mixed sensations making his rhythm stutter.

Nic pressed his hips against her, stirred his cock in her and nipped her breast when she rewarded him with a set of nails in his side.

“Nic,” she whined, rolling her hips. “It’s so good,” she breathed, tightening her grip in his hair before pulling his head to hers. “You’re so good.”

A flush of heat spread through his chest as she kissed him.

The kiss was messy and sloppy and more of a way for Nic to drink in her whispered praises. Each little plea, each moan made his chest burn hotter, and it made him want.

Nic wanted to make Wendy feel good. He wanted to be good for her.

They parted for a rushed breath, and he lowered his forehead to hers as he snapped his hips into her. Maybe if he held her closer, she wouldn’t be able to see the way one praise just made him desperate for another.

The next time their lips parted, Nic slowly withdrew his cock, but before she could protest, he flipped her over.

“Oh yes, okay, okay,” she breathed, crawling to the middle of the bed with a seductive sway of her hips. She lowered her front half to the bed, sticking her ass in the air and swinging it back and forth, presenting to him.

He sucked in a slow breath, but it was thick with her berry-sweet scent, honeyed by her arousal.

“Wendy,” Nic warned. She was too tempting in the sinful picture she made. He could see the slick shining between her legs, beckoning him closer. And closer he went, positioning himself behind her.

She turned her neck around to find his gaze, and Nic was kind of glad for the tight hold of the cock ring, because reflected in Wendy’s stormy blue-gray eyes was the same desperate need he’d been trying to deny.

“Come on, Nic,” she encouraged with a wiggle of her hips against him. “Be good for me.”

The flush in his chest returned, sinking south and making his cock throb.

“I will,” he found himself saying. It was like she had him under a goddamned spell or something, there was no way he wasn’t going to be good.

Nic brushed the head of his cock against her entrance and hissed when he felt her push back against him. Rolling his hips against hers, he slid inside in one smooth motion. It pulled a moan from Wendy, and she buried her face in the sheets.

Nic felt her squeeze around him as he stroked into her again, and she was squeezing him tight like she didn’t want him to leave.

“Nic,” she whined, and he gripped her hips, held her still so he could control the pace.

One of her hands covered his, nails digging into the back of his hand while she braced the other by her head.