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I grip the edge of the bed, my fingers twitching with the need to grab her, to drag her down onto my lap and take what I’ve been craving all damn night.

But she’s got other plans. She straddles me, her hands planted firmly on my shoulders as she rolls her hips, slow and teasing, right over my lap.

Jesus fucking Christ.

A low growl rumbles from my chest, my handsachingto touch, to grip, to claim—but she shakes her head, smirking.

Not yet.

She leans in, her breath hot against my ear."Let me have my fun.”

I groan, my head tilting back as she starts moving, rolling her hips in that slow, torturous rhythm.

Fuck.

She’s not playing fair.

Her hands slide down my chest, fingers tracing over my cut before slipping lower, palming me through my jeans.

I clench my jaw, my handsgripping the sheetsinstead of her, every muscle in my body locked up tight as I fight the urge to flip her over and show her exactly who she’s teasing.

She grins, wicked and knowing, as she reaches behind her, unhooking her bra and letting it drop between us.

My hands snap up, grabbing her waist as I lean forward, my mouth crashing against her bare skin, sucking, biting, marking.

She moans, grinding harder, and fuck, I’m not going to last.

“Bella,” I growl against her skin, my control hanging by a thread.

She laughs softly, breathlessly, pushing me back down against the bed.“Not yet, baby. I’m just getting started.”

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

Bella is killing me.

She moves against me, slow and deliberate, dragging her hips over my lap, teasing me with every roll of her body. My hands twitch against her waist, desperate to grip, to take control, but she’s not having it.

Not yet.

She leans in close, her lips brushing against my jaw, her breath hot against my skin. “You like watching me, don’t you?” she purrs, rolling her hips again, pressing just right.

I groan, my grip tightening on her waist. “You know I do, baby. But you keep pushing, and I’m going to lose my fucking patience.”

She smirks, dragging her nails down my chest, over my abs, down to where my belt is still holding me back from giving her what she’s asking for.

Her fingers work the buckle loose, slow and teasing, her eyes locked onto mine. Testing me.

I don’t blink.

I don’t move.

I just watch, every muscle in my body coiled tight, barely holding back from flipping her over and taking what I need.

But she’s not done playing.

She pushes my jeans down enough to free me, wrapping her fingers around my cock, stroking me slowly and torturously as she keeps grinding against me.

I snap.

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