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away.
    “Tell me. I need to hear it.”
    She was playing with fire but she knew what she wanted and
craved. If he left her now, she’d go mad. The intensity of her need clawed at
her, a primal nature she didn’t know existed tearing its way to the surface.
    “I want you.”
    He lifted away so quickly she didn’t have the chance to
cling to his muscular form. She came onto her knees, prepared to pounce on him,
when he bent at the waist and removed his boots and peeled off his socks. His
jeans clung to his body, his hard cock clearly visible. Her heart stuttered for
a moment then started to race. The damp heat between her legs increased.
Popping the button fly, he moved toward the bed. A thin trail of dark hair ran
from his navel down.
    “Get me ready, baby. I want to feel that sweet mouth of
yours.”
    Licking her lips, she inched closer, watching as he tugged
at the jeans and his cock sprang free. She hesitated, stunned at how much larger
he was in reality, long and swollen, veins bulging beneath the skin. The head
was darker in color and broader than the base. The sexual portion of her arose
again, suffocating her fear, urging her forward.
    Her fingers barely met when she wrapped them around the
silken flesh at the root, a steady pulse beating against her palm. She started
slow, darting her tongue along the crown, collecting the shimmering bead that
appeared at the thin slit in the head. His taste burst on her tongue—salty,
masculine and all Jackson. She opened her lips and took him into her mouth,
sucking at the tip, rubbing her tongue along the underside of his cock.
    He hissed and wrapped his fingers in her hair. “That’s it.
Fuck.” She nearly panicked when he hit the back of her throat and she started
to gag. He held her in place, his voice a low growl. “Swallow.”
    Tears burned her eyes but she managed to do as he said. He
groaned and pulled away, returning for more of the same. “Relax your throat and
breathe through your nose. Show me how much you want me. Take me, Chloe. Take
me deep.”
    She bobbed her head, taking him as far as she could. She
forced herself to constrict her throat, swallowing although it took effort each
time he thrust into her mouth. He settled into a rhythm, slow and steady,
rocking his hips.
    “Just like that. Just. Like. That .”
    Bolstered by his reaction, she kept up the pace, worshipping
his cock with her mouth and hands. She timed it so her fingers glided along his
swollen shaft with each retreat. She squeezed her fingers, tasting a hint of
his semen, the flavor salty and tart. She moaned when she imagined him coming
like this, forcing her to swallow him down. Instead of being repulsed, the idea
appealed to a side of her that had just breathed new life.
    Taste him. Claim him. Make him yours.
    Her birthmark flared at the thought, burning white-hot. She
started to pull away, lowering her hand to rub at the stinging spot on her
wrist. Jackson tugged at her hair and his erection slid from her lips. There
was no preamble, no soft petting. He thrust her onto the bed, her head landing
on the softness of the pillows. Then he was there, coming over her body, all
muscle, tanned skin and unforgettable features.
    His hand trembled as he fisted his cock and slid it along
her wet cleft. “Do you accept me, Chloe?”
    It wasn’t just sex he was asking for. This was something
deeper and more profound. The part of her that craved Jackson in all ways
roared the answer in her head, repeating it over and over. Pure sexual desire
pulsed within her, making her nipples harden and her pussy weep. Confused and
shaken, she acknowledged the chorus in her mind, knowing she didn’t have
another choice.
    “Yes.”
    The broad head brushed past the folds of her sex and dipped
inside. She arched her back, wanting more of him. The burn in her wrist
continued, as though the skin had been recently branded with the mark, the
small area of flesh tingling painfully.
    “Look at me,” he ordered, the words