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He pulled away, licking his lips. “You’re so fucking sweet.”

She was ready to beg for more when he dipped his head a
second time. His tongue worked its magic, licking up and down her slit,
soothing the burn in her pussy, replacing it with dizzying tingles. He changed
the motion, alternating with long strokes between her labia and shallow plunges
at the mouth of her sex. Warmth spread from her belly, engulfing her in a
sexual fog.

Yes. Oh yes.

This was what she’d dreamed about, what she’d waited so long
for. Up and down he licked, growling as he did, his fingers digging into her
ass. She didn’t think the feeling could get any better until he scooted up and
the cavern of his mouth surrounded her clit. She writhed on the bed when he
started to suck, caught in a maelstrom of desire and want. His tongue flicked
the supersensitive nub, moving hard and fast.

Stars flashed before her eyes, a fireball erupting from the
inside out. Loud shrills echoed in her ears, droning on and on. It wasn’t until
the sound softened that she realized she was crying out, her own voice sounding
far away. Something stirred inside her, cautiously emerging. It reached out to
the man giving her pleasure, wanting to make him a part of her. She started to
question what she felt when Jackson snarled, the sound sexy although it should
have been frightening.

“Again.” Jackson lapped at her wet folds, whipping his
tongue up and down. “Come for me again.”

She gasped when she felt his finger rubbing against the
entrance of her pussy, gathering moisture before pressing inside. If she’d
thought his tongue felt amazing, the pressure of his thick finger parting her
was incredible. The spark of something coming to life grew. A new, uninhibited
portion of her wanted more.

A scent filled her nose—wild and delicious.

She drew a deep breath and realized it was coming from
Jackson. He’d already smelled wonderful but now…it was so, so
good
. Her
mouth watered, taste buds coming to life, eager for a sample of his cock. She
wanted to feel the weight of his erection in her mouth, was desperate to savor
him in reality and not in a dream.

As though he was aware of her desires, he pulled away and
looked at her. His irises were no longer human, glowing in the dark, muscles
rock hard and tense. He could tear her apart if he changed, was capable of
ripping her throat in two with his teeth. She should have been scared to death,
not ready to flip him over so she could reciprocate the oral stimulation.

“Don’t even think about it, mate,” he murmured, studying her
while his finger glided into her sex, the pads rubbing against the clasping
walls as though searching for something. “You’ll take what I want to give you.
I know what you need. Don’t test the wolf. Not yet.”

Test the wolf?
It wasn’t in her nature to flirt with
danger. Yes, she’d come to his tattoo shop. But she hadn’t known it would lead
to this.

Had she?

Yes,
a voice stirred to life inside of her, startling
in its intensity.
You did.

“Easy, Chloe girl.”

He stroked her thigh with his free hand and she arched her
back, wanting to feel his hand traveling over her skin, fueling the fire
blasting through her veins. The finger lodged inside her rubbed against a spot
that caused her to whimper. Jackson growled louder, thrusting his finger into
her moist heat, hitting that tender area over and over again. Then he brought
his mouth to her sex, teasing her with licks and nips, the tip of his tongue
traveling along her lips.

Vibrations started in her belly, raging through her torso
and limbs, making it impossible to remain still. The hand at her thigh moved.
Jackson splayed his fingers over her stomach, keeping her in place as he laved
her pussy. The sharp edge of his teeth scraped the vulnerable tissue, creating
an oddly pleasurable pain. When he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked
her body became pure light, shattering into a million tiny pieces. She thrashed
on the bed, releasing the covers and burying her fingers in his hair. The
flicks of his tongue eased but he didn’t relent, extending her orgasm, taking
her higher.

It shouldn’t have been possible but the mind-blowing feeling
repeated itself. Another climax took the place of the first, the sensations
stronger this time. She screwed her eyes shut, crying out, grasping his hair
and holding on to him like an anchor. Wave upon wave of bliss caressed her, hot
and electric, rushing through her like exploding sparks of fire.

The dizzying storm slowly faded, leaving her panting and
spent. Jackson pressed one final kiss to her pussy. He left a trail of kisses
along the delicate bones of her pelvis, skimming his lips over her stomach, his
tongue darting out to tease her navel. She sighed, pulling him closer, basking
in the feel of his warm skin and the careful way he pulled his finger from her
still-clenching depths.

“Did that take the edge off?” He nuzzled her breast, the
bristle on his chin skimming over her pointed nipple.

Did it ever.
“Mmm hmm.”

His mouth hovered over her areola, his breath hot against
the pebbled disk. “Then you’re right where I want you.”

He thrust his hips, burying his crotch into the vee of her
thighs as he sucked her nipple. She nearly came apart when she felt the hard
ridge of his cock through the denim. She’d touched the thick, elongated length
in her dreams. She’d even put the broad, mushroomed head into her mouth and
sucked it like a lollipop. But in person he felt bigger, hotter and more
dangerous.

Satiation ebbed, taken over by another flare of heat. The
ache inside her returned, an emptiness that craved more. She frowned, freezing
beneath the large man above her, trying not to focus on the delicious motions
of his tongue and the fiery wetness of his mouth. She’d just come three times,
taken to a heavenly place that sent her soaring.

Wanting more—
needing more
—didn’t make sense.

Jackson released her breast, lifted his head and met her
gaze. Her confusion vanished, a foreign instinct slamming into place. His
nostrils flared, bright amber-hued eyes intense. His fingers caressed her side,
winding along her breast. He cupped her face in his palm.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes,” she whispered, unable to look 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 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.