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    Once there, he gently lowered me onto the bed, his hands settling on my shoulders as he leaned in, pressing heated kisses along the curve of my neck. Then, he took my hand and guided it downward to his heated, throbbing length.


    The sensation sent a shiver down my spine, as if my palm had touched live fire.


    yton slid hisrge hand beneath my skirt, trailing upward softly, exploring the sensitive skin of my inner thigh before finding my pulsing core. He teased and rubbed me with his fingers as his lips continued to shower kisses all over my neck.


    Then he paused.


    His eyes met mine, warm and smoldering, and he asked in a low, almost reverent voice, “So wet already? You want me that badly?”


    My cheeks burned, and I reached up, circling my arms around his neck before nting a kiss on his lips. “Yes… I want you.”


    A slow, satisfied smile curled across his mouth. “Then I’ll give you what you need.”


    In a heartbeat, he was undressing, pressing me beneath his weight. He nudged himself gently against me before parting me with deliberate care.


    “Mm… ah…” I whimpered as he slid inside, inch by inch, stretching me out.


    He filled mepletely—deep, hard, and unrelenting. Only when he reached the very core of me did my body stop trembling, ready to meet his next wave of wild thrusts.


    But instead of moving immediately, yton took his time. His hands found my breasts, kneading them slowly as his mouth left a trail of kisses along my neck.


    “Makenna,” he whispered close to my ear, “at least for this moment… you’re mine, right?”


    I nced at him, momentarily dazed.


    For a heartbeat, I stared into his eyes, caught in the vulnerability behind them. He was truly scared of losing me.


    He kissed me again, then moved—his hips rolling forward, quicker and harder with every thrust. His veiny length strummed chords of excitement throughout my body, coaxing moans from my lips and heat from my core.


    My entire body rippled with pleasure that spread like wildfire—fierce, consuming, impossible to contain.


    “Ah… mm… slower…” I pleaded, overwhelmed by the rising waves cresting within me.


    But it was toote. He had already unlocked something primal in me, a hidden switch that made me overflow with ecstasy.


    I clung to him, arms locked around his back, nails biting into his skin as I rode the high of it all. I had fallen into a whirlpool of bliss—spinning, rising, floating, falling…


    I waspletely lost in the moment.


    yton’s breathing grew ragged, his control slipping with every pulse of my body around his. He was close—I could feel it.


    But I broke first. A cry tore from my lips as my climax crashed over me, legs tightening around his waist, my entire body convulsing with pleasure. I held onto him, trembling as the wave carried me under.


    He groaned low in his throat, driving faster until he finally let go, releasing himself deep within me in a powerful, pulsing rush.


    We stayed like that—his weight on mine, both gasping for air, slick with sweat, wrapped in the afterglow.


    Eventually, he withdrew, his softened length sliding free as he leaned beside me with azy, content smile.


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