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whispered a second before nipping her earlobe and she let the last bit of her reluctance slip away.  
    She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and slowly stroked up. When her thumb brushed over the slit on the head, already wet with pre-come, he exhaled with a hiss. “Yes,” he whispered. “You know what I like.”
    She knew what he wanted and she wanted it more. She loved the control. Loved the taste and feel of him in her mouth almost as much he enjoyed it. She felt the desire in his mind and slid down his body to kneel between his legs. He sat up and leaned against the headboard. His anticipation amplified hers and she stretched out, flat on her belly, propped on her elbows. She blew a breath over the head of his cock, then gave it a long, slow lick. Zach’s hands twisted in her hair, but he didn’t pressure her for more, didn’t try to force her to take him into her mouth. He let her go at her own pace, let her pleasure him as he had done to her.  
    She trailed her tongue down the pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft. Back up to circle the head before taking it between her lips, sucking as she let him slide further in until her hand, still wrapped around the base, blocked further access. She was fine with that and he didn’t complain. She set an easy rhythm. Stroke, suck. She cupped his balls, judging how close he was to coming by the way they tightened. Just when she knew he was ready, he stopped her. His hands slipped under her arms and easily pulled her up to straddle him. His cock prodded her entrance insistently.
    She didn’t hurry. She wanted to drag this out, wanted to savor every moment as she took him inside her. His hands gripped her ass and, staring into her eyes, he slowly entered her. Gasping, she let her head fall back as, inch by inch, he filled her. God, he felt good. When she didn’t move, he rolled them over, still buried to the hilt inside her. He thrust, gentle, shallow, and took her nipple in his mouth. He sucked her just as gently as she’d sucked him. There was none of the hurried, desperate frenzy of the previous night but a greater focused intensity.  
     
    Zach held onto his control by a frayed thread. He couldn’t bear the sorrow and fear he felt in her. It was a vicious, clawing ache. She tried to hide it, but he knew he was the cause. She still expected him to leave her or push her away once this was over. He didn’t know how to convince her other than time passing by as he stayed at her side. But perhaps he could show her since he definitely couldn’t repress his instincts toward his mate. There were so many things he wanted to give her. Safety. Peace. Love. He wanted her to feel the love. She’d been so surprised when he’d said it earlier. Was he so much a jerk he hadn’t made sure his wife knew he loved her?  
    This much I can give without causing alarm, though , he thought, thrusting into her cunt. The bliss, the joy they shared when they came together physically. The incredible, mind-blowing pleasure. His grip on that fraying thread slipped a little. He withdrew from her sweet grasp, flipped her over to her hands and knees and immediately stroked back through swollen, needy folds. He set a steady, firm rhythm, holding her hips in a grip hard enough she might bruise but unable to force his fingers loose. He rotated his hips in a way he knew she loved and was rewarded with a drawn-out groan. As sweet as the sound was, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but he wanted to bring her with him.
    Touch yourself , he whispered to her mind.  
    She did, her fingers going straight to her clit to strum with a firm touch and pace that matched his thrusts. She was so damned hot. It took more control than he knew he had to hold back his orgasm and wait for her to catch up. Thankfully, it didn’t take long. Just when he lost it, she cried out and her pussy clenched around his cock. He fucked her through it, shooting every last bit of his seed into her, and realized