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a low growl.
    Their gazes met. She didn’t turn away, looking him in the
eye as he plunged deeper into her body. Her pussy stretched, unaccustomed to
his size and length, making way for his entry. There was no pain, only an
incredible fullness as he slid deeper. Dimly she realized he wasn’t using
protection and that he needed to put on a condom. Before she could ask him to
stop he slammed his hips forward, burying himself within her, the head of his
cock bumping her cervix.
    “I knew you’d be like this,” he rasped, staying still, his
length pulsing inside her. “So hot and tight. Squeezing me like a fist. You’re
going to burn me alive.”
    Bringing her hands up, she buried his fingers in his biceps.
Like this, she couldn’t tell where she started and he ended. They were simply
one, connected in the most intimate way. Their skin collided, the smoothness of
his chest teasing her nipples. She mewled and rubbed against him, aching in
ways she couldn’t describe.
    She couldn’t prevent a panicked gasp when he pulled away,
the thickness against her vaginal walls retreating. She lowered her fingers,
running them down his back to his buttocks. Before she could force him back he
thrust into her, the weight of his testicles slapping her ass. White speckles
dotted her vision, the pleasure so intense she couldn’t stand it. Nothing
existed in that moment—no worries for what she was doing, no concern about the
pain in her wrist or the fact she was having sex with a virtual stranger.
    He’s not a stranger , the raging beast inside her
corrected. He’s ours.
    There was no reason to argue or try to convince herself otherwise.
This moment did feel right, as though it was always meant to be.
Jackson’s scent slammed into her nose, making her clit throb. She’d never get
enough of the way he brought her to life, of how amazing he made her feel.
    “Damn you feel good.” His voice was hoarse, the words thick
with lust. He grasped her hips, holding her in place. “Hold on, baby. I’m about
to make you scream.”
    Then he was moving in and out, forceful and steady. Each
spear into her vagina hit a sweet spot, making heat build in her belly. Her
nails scraped along his ass, urging him on as she lifted her hips to meet his
thrusts. Just when she thought she’d fall over the edge he brought his hand
between their bodies and found her clit, clever fingers pinching and massaging
the bundle of nerves.
    He pulled out and returned—harder this time. She cried out,
rotating her pelvis, reaching for the ecstasy he could give her. Two more
thrusts and the expert glide of his fingers sent her soaring.
    She fought for breath, consumed by the fire that spread
through her body as he moved faster. Electric prickles ventured from her pussy
to her stomach, working their way up her torso. Her nipples were more sensitive
now, making the pressure of his chest against hers almost unbearable.
    When the last spasms faded she sagged against the pillows.
To her shock he pulled her up and rolled her over, situating her on her hands
and knees.
    “Not yet,” he whispered, lining up his cock and carefully
edging into her.
    He didn’t thrust into her pussy this time. He rammed his cock
into her, nudging her cervix, forcing her toward the head of the bed. She
grasped the rails on the headboard, using them for balance, biting her lip as
the agonizing fire in her birthmark increased. Jackson moved over her, trapping
her beneath him. She felt him move her hair aside, his lips whispering over her
shoulder. Then she felt his tongue bathing the area, the flicks soft but
insistent.
    His teeth sank deeply into her skin. The sharp, piercing
pain had her crying out.
    “Mine,” Jackson growled, the word muffled by his lips
against her flesh.
    One last thrust and she felt his length jerking inside her,
a hot splash filling her pussy. He didn’t release her, biting harder, hammering
into her with enough force that her knees started to shake. In an instant