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"Is your ego so big I have to spell it out for you?" She was stalling, and he knew it. She also knew that his ego wasn’t the actual reason he was making her say it.

He squeezed his dick and moaned softly. “Need to hear you say it." His free hand moved up her body and tugged her corset down so her nipples popped over the top. He ran a finger around an aching tip, then pinched. “Tell me.”

"Argh...all right. Yes. I want it. Happy now?"

He grinned all wicked and arrogant.

Before she could open her mouth, she was back on her stomach, ass in the air, and he was moving in behind her.

Grace pushed back, arching against him. The fat, blunt head of his cock notched against her opening, then he was pushing in, spreading her wide. God, he felt even bigger like this. She dropped her head to the mattress and groaned as he filled her, steadily, barely giving her a moment to adjust, to catch her breath.

His hands went to her hips, and she was forced to hang on as he immediately started pounding into her, hard and so damn deep.

“Fuck yes,” he gritted out.

He took her like a man deprived, a man consumed with his need. A need she thought that perhaps only she could satisfy. And dammit, the feeling was mutual.

“God, harder,” she groaned.

Chaos cursed and gave it to her, bodies slapping, skin slick, feeding their out-of-control hunger for each other.

Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped her again. He shoved his thighs between hers, eyes latching on to her own, then he slammed back in.

Grace cried out, clinging to him as he came down on top of her. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand going to the nape of her neck, holding her where he wanted her as he took control of her mouth again. The other went to her ass, gripping her flesh tight in that big, rough-skinned hand.

His massive body strained, rolled, thrusting into her, not an inch of space between them. She’d never felt anything like this, this good. Being with Chaos was darkness and light. Dirty, yet somehow tender. Ravenous hunger and the deepest satisfaction all at the same time.

She gripped his hard, muscled ass as he thrust into her, encouraging him to fuck her even harder.

He was all she could feel against her skin, filling her over and over again, and her next orgasm was already building. His dark eyes stayed focused on her, seeing everything. She couldn't take the intensity and squeezed her eyes closed, turning away.

“No. Look at me," he said. "I want to make sure you see me when I'm fucking you, that you know it’s me making you come."

Did he truly think she could be anywhere but right there with him?

He growled, the sound so raw and animalistic she wondered if his demon had joined them, but his eyes were still a dark, rich brown. His thrusts got harder, like he was punishing her, like making her come right then meant something she couldn't fathom.

For some reason, the idea that he thought she wanted someone else, was thinking of someone else, wasn’t something she could bear, so she kept her eyes open and locked on his. Even when the pleasure moved through her, so intense she had no hope of holding back her cries. And when it finally became too much, she arched her head back and let sensation take over, focused on the feel of his big cock thrusting in and out of her. The way her inner muscles tightened around him. The sounds of his grunts and growls.

“That's it. Fuck, that's it, Grace. Give it to me. All to me."

She couldn’t think about those words, the meaning behind them, not when he planted himself deep inside her and came with her, growling low.

“Tell me you won’t deny me this anymore, Grace. Please, don't deny me you," he said against her throat.

CHAPTER 24

Grace stilled beneath him.

Fuck.

"Grace?"

She was quiet for the longest time, then finally, she sucked in a breath. “Deny you anymore? What the hell are you talking about?”

Fuck, he’d said it out loud, hadn’t he? Fucking idiot. “I didn’t mean…I don’t know what I’m…”

He did not stutter or stumble over his words. He sure as fuck didn’t get flustered. Ever.