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Her hands left her breasts and wound through his hair, tugging until the mild sting forced his head up. She pulled him into position so he lay on top of her, his face inches from hers.
Their eyes met.
Could she see what she did to him? Was the raw emotion gripping his gut visible to her? She knew everything about him. Was it possible she didn’t know he loved her?
Full breasts pressed into his chest, her nipples hard against his bare skin. She shifted her legs an inch so he slid between her thighs. The tip of his cock brushed her slit, and he bit the inside of his cheek, praying the pain would dampen his urgency.
Pulling his face down, she opened her lips under his and kissed him. The deep, thorough movement of her mouth inflamed him until he blazed with hunger and need.
He had to have her—possess her—so she could know, once and for all, she was his.
“Tell me what you want, babe.” Whatever it was, he’d give it to her.
“You.” She kissed him again, her mouth warm and intoxicating. “I want you”—she sucked on his lip and then bit it—“to make love to me.”
Exquisite pain shot from his mouth to his groin. He barely had time to register it before she shimmied her hips and raked her fingernails down his back.
“Now.”
Daniel was pretty sure she drew blood, but he didn’t give a damn. The only thing he cared about was burying himself inside her hot, wet core. He edged the tip of his cock in and groaned in pleasure.
“Now, Danny.” There was a frantic quality to her voice. She spread her legs wider and took him in deeper. “Do it.”
His restraint fractured. With a skilled, desperate thrust, he filled her.
“Yes.”
Nothing in his life had ever felt this good or this right. This was where he belonged.
Moving slowly, he slid all the way out and then back in again. Twice. Three times. Then out. He stopped. Just to prolong the sweet agony of it all.
She writhed beneath him.
He held himself still, his weight resting on his lower arms. His muscles corded and tensed as he watched her. Sweat beaded on his forehead and behind his shoulders.
“Daniel…please.” Her hand sneaked between their hips. It pressed against him, circled his dick and then moved on to caress his balls.
He groaned out loud and lost it altogether. Grinding his pelvis into hers, he buried himself so deep in her hot body he had to grit his teeth to stop from coming. Unable to suppress his need for her, he pulled out and plunged into her again and again, in long, deep movements.
Meeting him thrust for thrust, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, opening herself up to him.
Gratified, he moved harder, faster, relishing her excited moans.
The feel of her, hot and tight and wet, encasing him in her velvety depths, the friction against his rigid cock…it was all too incredible. His body moved of its own accord, faster, faster, harder, harder, until her muscles clamped down violently and she screamed his name as spasm after spasm rocked her body.
He gave one last mighty thrust. His balls tightened, and his body stilled. Pleasure slammed through him.
“I love you, Amy!” Daniel came, his climax potent as he emptied himself into her shivering depth. Again and again, he shuddered as the last drops of come drained from his body.
Finally. He’d finally branded her. She was his. There was no way she was getting away from him now.
Daniel shuddered one last time, collapsed on top of her, and woke up.
For several minutes, he lay still, panting on his bed—alone.
“God damn it.” He curled his fingers into frustrated fists and pounded the bed. “Damn it!”
It was only Tuesday, and he’d had the dream twice this week. How much more torture did one man have to endure? Enough already. He wanted the real thing. All this dreaming about fucking Amy was doing his head in.