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  Closing my eyes for a second, I grappled for my control. When I opened my eyes, I breathed out roughly. Her scent made me drunk, had my balls drawing up close to my body, the need to fill her up, to mark her, so strong it was almost animalistic in nature.

  “Wilder—”

  I cut her off by kissing her until she was clenching her hands on my biceps. She wanted this, was needy for me.

  “I want to be inside you so badly right now,” I said against her mouth. “I want to slide my cock deep into your body, feel you clench around me, and have your wetness slide down the length of my dick.”

  “Yes,” she hissed and then moaned. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more, Wilder.” I watched in rapt awe as she licked her lips, the flavor of her kiss still on my tongue. And when Zoey lifted her hips, causing my hand to press harder against her, all hell broke loose inside me when I felt the wetness through her panties, the material damp because of me.

  “Zoey.” Her name came out of me like a hoarse groan. She panted, clutched at me, and I knew I had her right where I wanted her. “I am going to fuck you so hard there won’t be a doubt in anyone’s mind who you belong to.”

  I shouldn’t have said it, shouldn’t have been so crude. But then again, I couldn’t fucking stop myself.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Wilder

  The last bit of control had been snapped, and I wasn’t going to even try to control myself. I’d been doing a damn good job of that right now, and with Zoey needy and ready for me, I was going to give both of us what we needed.

  This time, I took her mouth brutally, our lips pressing so hard together circulation was cut off and our teeth clashed. God, she felt perfect, tasted so damn sweet.

  She tasted like mine.

  I gripped her hips, broke the kiss, and flipped her around so her back was to the mattress, my body hovering over her and her legs slightly open. I placed my hands on her knees, wrenched her thighs open, hearing her surprised gasp, and instantly smelled the sweet scent of her pussy.

  While staring at her face, I reached between her legs and found her little clit, rubbed my thumb over the engorged bundle, and saw the pleasure morph her expression.

  She writhed under me, held onto the sheets beside her, and thrashed her head back and forth as I continued to tease her clit. All I could see when I stared at her was the fact that she was mine, that no one else would have her.

  Ever.

  I leaned down and ran my tongue along her lips, her mouth parting and a moan spilling from her. But before she could suck in another lungful of air, before I could get lost in the softness of her mouth against mine, I moved down her body until my face was at the junction of her thighs, her cunt so close to my lips I felt her heat, grew drunk from her scent.

  I need to taste her.

  Go slow. Be gentle, or I’m going to lose it.

  I pulled back just slightly and stared at her pussy. She was soaked, her cream slipping down the crease of her ass. There’d be a wet spot on the mattress after this was all said and done. I’d never change the fucking sheets, because I’d want to be able to smell her every fucking minute of every fucking day.

  And I will regardless, because I’m not letting her go.

  I ran a hand over my mouth as I stared between her thighs. I could have come from this sight alone.

  “I need you. No more waiting, Wilder.”

  I lifted my gaze to her face.

  Ah hell. Fuck going slow.

  I leaned down and closed my eyes, inhaling the sweet yet musky scent of her arousal. It filled my head, made me feel intoxicated, and I groaned low like I was some fucking animal. I ran my tongue first along her left inner thigh and then moved to her right, tasting her flesh. I needed more but wanted to go slow and savor this.

  “Wilder,” she moaned my name. She had her hands in my hair a second later, tugging at the strands forcefully enough that I hissed as my lust skyrocketed.

  “Fuck yeah. Harder.” I squeezed my hands on her thighs and moaned at how good that sting of pain felt as it mixed with my pleasure. I latched my mouth right over her pussy and sucked on her forcefully. Her pussy lips were swollen from her arousal, and I curled my fingers into the flesh of her thighs even more, knowing I was probably hurting her, knowing there’d be marks come morning, but her answering moans told me she didn’t want me to stop.

  I suckled on her for long seconds, using my tongue to move back and forth along her lips, using the muscle like a paintbrush and I was a fucking artist. I didn’t want to stop but finally forced myself to pull away and look down at her pussy.

  Goddammit.

  I reached between my legs and rubbed my cock through the material of my pants. The monster was fucking hard as stone, the tip wet with pre-cum and causing a wet spot in the material.

  “More,” she pleaded, and that sound went through my entire body.

  I ran a finger up and down her cleft then placed my other thumb beside her lip, pulling her folds apart so I could see the most intimate part of her. I exposed her bared pussy to me, and my throat tightened to see the soaked pink flesh.

  So fucking gorgeous.

  A guttural groan left me, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I attacked her like a starving man. And I was starving. Only for her. Her flavor exploded on my tongue, filled my nose. I licked and sucked at her flesh harder, with more fervor. The sounds she made were making me insane, making me harder, which should have been damn near impossible. I started thrusting my cock against the side of the bed, unable to help myself.

  I pulled her pussy lips apart even farther, flattened my tongue, and slowly dragged it up her slit.

  “Never going to get enough,” I murmured against her flesh right before I sucked her clit into my mouth at the same time I pushed two fingers into her clenching body. Her pussy instantly gripped those digits in rhythmic pulls. She tasted like honey and vanilla. I sucked on the hard bundle of nerves at the top of her mound with increasing force, wanting her to come from this alone. I hummed, and with my thrusting fingers, it didn’t take long for her to explode for me.

  She still had a hard grip on my hair, riding out her pleasure as she tugged at the strands forcefully. I grunted but didn’t stop eating her out. I was so fucking turned on that I wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that I was still pressing my cock against the bed, dry-humping the hell out of it.

  I wanted to be inside her.

  The sight of the post-climatic high that covered her face had my entire body going tighter, my muscles aching. I licked my lips, tasting the addictive flavor of her pussy covering them. Every part of me was on fire.

  “What do you need from me, Zoey? Tell me what you need, and it’s yours.” I just wanted her to talk dirty to me, to utter the words that she probably never envisioned saying before.

  She rose up slightly, her mouth parted as she breathed in and out harshly, and then she whispered, “I need you inside me, Wilder.”

  I closed my eyes and held in my groan, clenching my jaw, my teeth clashing together.

  I stood a second later and placed my bigger body on top of hers, her legs wide to accommodate me. Her chest rose and fell quickly, brushing against mine, and without me having to say anything, she bent her legs at the knees, placed her feet flat on the bed, and spread her legs even wider. A deep noise left me in pleasure. Good girl.

  I stared into her eyes. “Say it, Zoey. Say you’re mine,” I ordered, needing her to say the words again and again, wanting her to mean them like she’d never meant anything more in her life.

  She stared at me with wide eyes, the pleasure still on her face.

  “Say. It.”

  She nodded slowly. “I’m yours.”

  There will be no other for me. Never.

  I needed to be with her like I needed to breathe. This wasn’t just about fucking her. This was about claiming her, making her mine.

  She was the only woman who’d ever meant anything to me, the only person I saw a future with.

>   Zoey meant more to me than anything else I’d ever had in my life, and I was going to show her that, prove that to her until it was irrefutable.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Zoey

  This is really happening, and I’m not even going to try to talk myself out of it.

  I was on the bed, totally naked, my legs spread, and Wilder staring at me like he was barely hanging onto his control, like he was starving, and I was the last meal he’d ever get. He needed his clothes off. I needed to see exactly what he was packing between his thighs. I could imagine by how big he felt against me, but I wanted to see all that flesh.

  And as I stared into his eyes, I knew he was controlling himself with a tight leash, because he clearly looked like he was about to snap.

  I didn’t have to tell him I wanted him just as naked as I was, because in the next moment, Wilder was moving off the bed only long enough to take off his sweats and toss them aside. The fact that he wore no underwear beneath the material had my heart jumping into my throat and a fresh gush of wetness leaving my pussy.

  And then all I could do was stare at him and all the male prowess he revealed.

  Every hard ridge and bulge of his muscles was shown in startling clarity, the muted glow from the bedside lamp casting shadows over the hollows and dips of his male physique. Wilder was so very big, tall, and hard all over… the epitome of what I envisioned a healthy, strong male would look like.

  I let my gaze travel over his tattoos, the ink on his upper chest and arms, the ones I’d seen on his back. They all so artfully decorated his golden flesh yet made him look even more dangerous.

  I let my gaze travel even lower until I was staring at the very big, very male part of him that was hard and standing at attention because of me. He had a short, dark trail of hair that started right below his navel and went down to his dick, almost as if those trimmed strands accented just how massive he was between his legs.

  And Lord almighty, Wilder was fucking huge.

  My mouth dried, and my throat tightened.

  I wasn’t some dick expert in the slightest, but he had the biggest one I could have ever imagined. I was embarrassed by the thought that crossed my mind that because he was so thick and long, he couldn’t possibly fit comfortably inside me. He’d tear me up, stretch me to the point I wouldn’t be able to take it. Hell, I don’t even know if I could fit all those inches into my body.

  But I want to try.

  “Look your fill, baby.”

  I snapped my focus up to his face, knowing I should have felt embarrassed he caught me checking him out, but all I felt was dark lust.

  “Because I sure as fuck have looked my fill of you ten times over.”

  A shiver wracked through me.

  Wilder looked like a man who was ready to devour me. His eyes were hooded in the way that told me he was deeply, severely aroused. He looked feral. And when he slid his hand down his ripping abdomen to grab his big cock, stroking it a few times, my skin tightened in awareness. “You want this?” He kept jerking himself off from root to tip, his movements slow and lazy.

  All I could do was nod like some greedy, hungry woman who’d never been full before.

  He took a half step toward me. “I’m not the best man, Zoey, and can’t pretend I’ll ever be anything more than I am, so I want you to be really fucking sure this is what you want.”

  If he was trying to talk me out of it, he’d come to realize I was, indeed, that hungry woman who’d never had her fill. And he was the only man who could sate my appetite.

  I rose up just slightly, held a hand out to him, and whispered, “Come here, Wilder.”

  I swore I saw his muscles tighten from my gentle command, but after a second, he walked that remaining step toward me, covered my body with his much bigger, masculine one, and I let a breath of pleasure leave me at the weight of him on me.

  He ran his tongue down the side of my neck, and I tipped my head over more so he had better access, loving the feel of him licking me. It was as if he were an animal and he marked my body. I felt the hardness of his huge cock press against the softest part of me, and my inner muscles clenched over and over again.

  I needed him inside me.

  I was the one to claim his mouth now, the one to delve my tongue between his lips and take control. But that only lasted a second before he groaned and took the reins once more, showing me who was the true master here.

  And I was more than okay with that.

  “You have me,” he murmured against my mouth, and I didn’t know what that meant… how deeply those words went. He licked my bottom lip and then gently bit it. For long minutes, all we did was kiss. All Wilder did was fuck my mouth with his lips and tongue, showing me what he’d be doing with his cock to my pussy tonight. It was a prelude for what was to come.

  I spread my legs a bit more, felt his length slide between my pussy lips, and then he started moving. Back and forth, sliding that girth through my soaked folds, the slickness of my arousal obscene as it coated his dick and made his movements slippery.

  “Goddamn, Zoey,” he groaned against my mouth then went back to kissing me like a mad man, his hips seeming like they had a mind of their own as he thrust against me, fucked me without penetrating me.

  Kissing Wilder, his big, muscled, and tattooed body covering mine in this blanket of flesh and power, and feeling his dick rubbing up and down my cleft, had me on the verge of coming. With each bump of his cockhead against my clit, I soared a little higher, broke open a little more. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to the hollow of my neck, licking, sucking, and gently biting, his hot pants and deep groans telling me he enjoyed this just as much as I did.

  And still, his hips pistoned against me.

  And that was when I came for him.

  I felt that tightening of my body, that tingle move up my spine and outward to my fingertips and toes. I was this cacophony of colors and sounds, lights and flashes… pleasure and pain. I arched my back, my breasts thrust out and brushing against Wilder’s chest, the pleasure consuming me. And still, he thrust against me; still, he suckled at my throat.

  I was going numb from how intense it was, and I knew it was only the beginning. I knew Wilder would give me so much more. It was when the orgasm faded and reality came rushing back that I opened my eyes, realizing I was clutching him brutally. He stopped moving against me, and the gentleness I saw on his face, the look of pleasured wonder that he’d been the one to make me come, was written on his face.

  He looked mesmerized.

  I felt his chest brushing against mine rapidly, harshly as he breathed roughly.

  “God, Zoey,” he growled, resting his forehead against mine, groaning softly. “The look of you getting off, the fact that I’m the one who gave you that ecstasy, makes me feel so… possessive. I lifted my hands and smoothed my fingers over his bulging muscles. The sheer power I felt under my fingers astounded me.

  “We’re just getting started,” he grunted out, and before I knew what was happening, he flipped me onto my belly and smoothed his big, calloused hands along the length of my back and over my ass. He gripped my waist and hauled me up, so I was now on my hands and knees. I looked over my shoulder at him, feeling dizzy, knowing I’d pass out from the sensations moving through me if he wasn’t still holding onto me. He moved one hand up and down the center of my back again as if he couldn’t stop touching me then trialed a finger along the dip of my spine, causing my flesh to pucker in response and desire.

  “You sure about this?” The way he said those words made me feel like he forced them out, like he didn’t want to ask me but wanted to be sure.

  I nodded. “Yes.” I couldn’t drag my gaze off him. He closed his eyes for a second, the muscles in his body standing in stark relief under the shadows and dim light in the room.

  “Fuck, I should be gentle,” he muttered to himself.

  “I want you.” I knew I wouldn’t have to elaborate what that meant. I didn’t need gentle or sweet. I didn�
��t ask for that. I just wanted Wilder to give me everything he was, so I didn’t have to think about anything else but this moment.

  When he was positioned behind me the way the wanted, when he had me exactly where he wanted me, the heat that came from his body could have scorched my skin, could have set me on fire. It was a heady and intoxicating sensation, but even more so when I watched him lift his arm, his hand open, and then he brought his palm right down across my ass.

  I cried out loudly, thankful we were alone, because no doubt if anyone would have been in the house, they would’ve heard.

  “That’s it,” he groaned. “So fucking hot.” He smoothed his hand over my flesh, easing the sting away. He looked into my eyes when he spanked me again. My mouth opened on its own as I sucked in a gasp. Blood rushed to the surface of the erotically abused area.

  I wanted more.

  And with this spanking, every time he brought his palm down on my ass, I watched him unravel even more. Wilder alternated between the cheeks, staring into my face the entire time.

  “Does it surprise you that you like this, baby?”

  “God, yes. Don’t stop.”

  He hummed in approval and kept smoothing his hands over the globes, squeezing them intermittently, spanking them back and forth, those flashes of heat and pain, pleasure and ecstasy, building that climax in me all over again. And when he pressed his hips forward, so I felt the rock-hard, hot length of him settle between my legs again, a groan spilled from me. His cock felt so hot, velvet over steel, his pre-cum spilling from the tip and searing my flesh in the best of ways. I wanted that thickness deep inside my body. I clenched in need for it.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Zoey. So. Hard.” He clenched the mounds of my ass so tightly I gasped. “Zoey, I’m gonna say this even, if I shouldn’t.” I looked over my shoulder at him and stared right in his eyes, seeing his expression. It was dangerous and… possessive. “Once my cock is in you, I won’t stop. I can’t. You’ll be mine in all ways.”