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“Then why are you still standing?”
We stare each other down, the air between us electric, crackling with heat and want and fury.
She’sseething. But underneath that, she’sstarving.
And me?
I’m fuckingravenous.
My control cracks, and I move -fast. I grab her by the back of the neck and pull her with me like she weighs nothing at all.
She gasps - limbs flailing, mouth parted - and then instinct curls her against me like sheknows.
But I don’t cradle. I don’t soothe.
Idominate.
Three steps. Wall.Hard. I pin her back against it, my body crushing hers, my hands locking her wrists overhead.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” I growl.
“I think I do,” she spits. “You’re just scared you’re the one who can’t handle it.”
I press my forehead to hers.
“You let the others fuck you,” I snarl. “Let them lick you and fill you andscent you-”
“And Iliked it,” she fires right back, eyes bright. “Want me to describe it? How good it felt? How I came around each of them?”
I growl.
“You’re not jealous,” she whispers, taunting. “You’re just furious that you weren’t first.”
My hands tighten around her wrists. She gasps, but doesn’t pull back.
I can smell it - her arousal. Thick. Sweet.Heavy.
It coils through the air like perfume meant only for me.
“You’re wrong,” I breathe against the sharp line of her jaw. “BecauseI’mgoing to be the one you remember.”
I grab the back of her neck, then spin her.
She barely has time to gasp before I slam her palms to the wall, my body crowding hers, caging her in.
It takes only a moment to pull the shirt from her body and discard of it somewhere behind us, leaving her perfectly bare before me.
Her thighs shift, parting on instinct. Her ass lifts, high and perfect.
And fuck - I let myself justlook.
I fist her hair and pull her head back - just enough to arch her for me. My other hand presses down on the small of her back, guiding her until she’s gasping, spine bowed like an offering.
“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath as my eyes roam over her body.
I take a step back, watching as she stays pinned perfectly in place as I start to undress.
I unbutton my shirt one clasp at a time, watching her watch me out of the corner of her eye - the way her lashes flutter, her thighs clench, her lip catches between her teeth. I shrug the shirt off my shoulders and drop it on the floor.
