sure he could hear it. As it was, his hot breath at her neck was making her want to roll her hips up to him and have him take her again. Never in her life, not once, had she ever thought that sex could be so mind numbingly amazing. When he lifted his head and looked down at her, Addie felt her face heat with embarrassment. He looked…satisfied.
“I am.” Frowning, she looked at him. It occurred to her then that he might have the same kind of monster in him as she did. “Satisfied. Very much so. Not to say that with the right encouragement I couldn’t do this again and again, but for now I can think about something other than the way your body feels when I’m deep inside of you.”
“You are deep inside of me.” When he rocked into her again, she moaned. “Again. Please, again.”
“You’re going to be sore.” She was pretty sure he was right but didn’t care right now. As he moved his hips, Addie held onto his shoulders. When he stood up, taking her with him, she nearly screamed when he sat down. “Ride me. I want you to take your pleasure by riding me.”
Addie looked down at where they were connected. There was something very erotic about the way his dark muscled body seemed to flow into her pale light one. When he put his hands on her hips and rolled her back and forth, Addie knew a whole new meaning to the term riding. Christ, there was no way she was going to stop this now.
Riding him, fucking him, felt so wonderful that twice she lost her timing and had to stop. Jarrett watched her face while she rode him, and Addie found it incredibly erotic to stare into his eyes as she slid back and forth.
“I bit you.” She nodded. When he’d bitten her, he’d brought her to the best climax she’d ever had. “I want you to bite me. Hard enough to draw blood. I want you to drink me down like I did you and your lovely pussy.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He rolled his hips up and she almost came. “Please. I want to come this way. I want to feel you…can you come in me this way?”
“Oh yes. I’m going to come in you.” He made it sound like it was his pleasure and that had her moving quicker. “Bite me when you come, Addison. Mark me with your teeth so that no other woman will touch me.”
“None will.” He held her hips again, but instead of slowing her down, he rolled them faster, harder, so that every time her clit touched his abdomen, she nearly came up off him. When he pulled her mouth to his neck, she felt his heat scorch her. The need to taste him, as he had her, nearly took her breath away. As soon as he slid his fingers down her ass and into her tight hole, Addison came apart. She felt her body not just climax but seem to tear apart into tiny pieces and come back together with parts of Jarrett inside of her. Licking his pounding pulse, she tore at his throat, the need to mark him, taste him bringing her to peak twice more when his blood filled her mouth.
The connection between them seemed to snap into place. It felt like she’d been snapped with a rubber band, and she could now hear his thoughts. His emotions were as if she had them too. When she lifted her head from his shoulder, she expected him to be upset with her, but he only looked at her with a sexy smile.
“We’re bonded.” Addie wasn’t sure what he meant and was too…everything…to think about it very much. So instead of asking him exactly what he meant, she buried her face back into his shoulder. The blood was still there, so like he had done, she licked the wound that she’d made and moaned at the taste of him.
They sat like this, her on his lap, for several more minutes. Neither of them said anything, but Addie could feel her sadness coming back over her. It was a familiar yet unwelcome feeling.
“I’m very sorry.” Her heart, already a fragile thing, seemed to shatter in her chest. But before she could move away from him, leave him, he pulled her body to his. “Not for what we did but for the fact that
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