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He stretched his big body over me, his chest brushing mine. I hooked my legs around his waist, part of me afraid he might pull out and start torturing me all over again.

But he didn’t. He stayed inside me and, for a moment, the look in his eyes shifted.

There.

It was brief, but I knew him well enough to decipher it.

I touched his jaw to let him know I was all right.

He gave a subtle nod, then pushed my legs up so my ankles rested on his shoulders. He grabbed my wrists and stretched them above my head. He pinned me that way and began to move, circling his hips in a slow, sensual grind.

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, arching. “You’re so fucking deep.” No matter how many times we did this, I was always a little surprised at how big his dick was. Sex with Varick was an experience. Like galloping on a swift and powerful horse that could either kill you or give you an exhilarating ride.

“Take it.” He withdrew a couple of inches, then slammed back home, forcing a grunt from my lungs. “Take every inch of this dick you wanted.” Any reply I might have given was smothered by his mouth. He kissed me and fucked me, pumping his hips in a steady rhythm. His dick hit the exact spot where I needed him, making everything inside me melt and flow in an endless stream of pleasure. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything but lie there and take my fucking. He swallowed my moans. His dick pummeled my ass while his tongue invaded my mouth, both stroking me from the inside out. The thick, wet sounds of his dick tunneling into me were insane.

He kept at it for several long moments, his grunts and the slap slap of his balls against my ass an erotic symphony that left me shuddering, my body balanced on a knife’s edge of impending release. My ass clamped hard around his cock, as if my body was so impatient for satisfaction it decided to bypass my brain.

He broke off the kiss. Stared down at me with narrowed golden eyes. His big hands squeezed my wrists. He pumped faster, his rhythm ruthless. Sweat glistened on his shoulders as he gave me a savage look. “Something you need from me?”

“Let me come.” I needed it so badly I was ready to do anything. Say anything. Be anything. “Fuck me, baby,” I gasped, only half aware of what I was saying. “Please.”

Even railing my ass like he was, he still had enough control to lift an eyebrow. “Isn’t that what I’m doing?” He thrust harder, the force of his movements making the ancient, heavy bed shudder. “I’m not fucking you?”

I struggled against his grip on my wrists. “I can’t—”

“You can,” he said firmly. He transferred my wrists to one big hand and clamped the other around my throat. He squeezed, and that was controlled too. His long fingers applied just enough pressure to stifle my intake of air but not enough to cut it off completely. Stars danced in my vision. An intense tingling started in my head and moved down my body, finally settling in my dick. Blood roared in my ears.

Blood.

My gaze latched onto the fat vein in his neck. In a flash, my fangs snapped down. Saliva flooded my mouth. “Want,” I croaked, lightheaded and needy. Starving for everything this male had to give me.

“Come on then,” he growled. He moved his hand from my wrists to my dick. At the same moment, he released his other hand from my throat.

And I flew apart.

He’d barely pumped my shaft once when I spurted all over my stomach, my orgasm hitting me like a battering ram. Air filled my lungs in a thick rush. The dizziness in my head spiraled into euphoria as I shuddered and bucked, come spraying my chest and chin. Clumsy and half-blind, I flung my arms around his neck and pulled him down. I bared my fangs and struck hard, hitting his vein. I groaned as his delicious blood filled my mouth. My dick continued to pulse between us, my orgasm unending.

He pumped his hips a few more times, drilling hard before giving me one final, bed-shaking thrust. Heat flooded my ass, his seed pumping into me even as his blood pumped into my mouth. I’d given him everything he wanted, and now he gave everything in return. His come overflowed me and dripped down my crack in a hot slide.

When he finally stopped shuddering, I pulled my fangs from his neck and licked the wound, tasting the salt on his skin. I licked the last of him off my lips. We stayed like that, him sprawled on top of me with his forehead on my shoulder and his dick still buried inside me. Our hearts thundered against each other. My come was a sticky, hot mess between us but it was too much to bother with at the moment. Not when he’d forgiven me. After a minute, I smoothed my hand down his muscular back, feeling the bumpy edge of a scar.

He pulled out and flopped beside me, his gaze on the canopy above the bed. He lay there for a moment catching his breath. Then he left the bed without so much as a glance in my direction.

I lifted onto my elbow as he disappeared into the antechamber. A few seconds later, I heard him take a piss in the privy, followed by the sound of water splashing in the basin.

Unease drifted through me. I sat up and used the corner of the sheet to clean myself up. Then I strode around the corner.

Still nude, he stood at the basin with his back to me. Shafts of lavender predawn light slanted through the shutters and fell over his shoulders and broad back. It was a sight he allowed few people to see. For all I knew, I was the only one.

I crossed the room and faced him across the basin. There was enough water for two, so I grabbed a sponge and mopped at the traces of come on my chest. “You back to not speaking to me?”

He gave a Varick-like grunt. “We spoke. Just now. You don’t remember?”

My post-orgasm haze evaporated. I washed my dick and ass and tossed the sponge into the water. “Ah. But you’re still pissed off, is that right?”

“I’m curious.”

“About what,” I snapped, hearing the hard ‘T’ at the end. “Maybe I can enlighten you.”

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