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With a hiss, he gripped her hips, lifting her off him with ease and laying her beneath him. His body covered hers, his weight pressing her into the mattress. Her fingers cupped his cheek, her soft touch sending a shiver through him.

"Are you okay?" The words were rough, dragged from somewhere deep inside him. He had to ask. He needed to hear her say it. His protectiveness over her was a primal force, an instinct so strong it overrode the hunger raging inside him.

She smiled, her eyes dark with desire. "Yes." Her legs parted wider in invitation, her voice a breathy whisper. "Are you going to fuck me now?"

“Fuck!” Tore from his throat as he gripped her ass, pulling her against him before driving into her with a single hard thrust.

Amara cried out, her head tipping back, and King caught the sound with his mouth, swallowing her pleasure, letting it become his own. But he pulled away quickly, needing her to see him and know exactly what this was.

"I'm claiming you, Amara," he hissed, thrusting again, deeper this time. He searched her face for any sign of pain, but there was none. There was only pure, unfiltered pleasure.

The alpha inside him roared to life. She was his to take. His to possess.

His control shattered as he began to move, thrusting into her with a raw, unrelenting rhythm. Every snap of his hips was met with hers, her body matching him in intensity. Her nails raked down his back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She wasn’t just letting him take her. She was taking him, matching him move for move, and consuming him entirely.

Never in his life had King experienced anything like this. He wasn’t just fucking her. She was fucking him with a passion so wild, so reckless; he had to focus on keeping from losing himself completely so not to hurt her.

His gaze dropped, watching the way her sweat-slicked body arched beneath him, the way her breasts bounced with each deep thrust. She glowed, her skin gleaming as if oiled down, and the sight nearly undid him.

He drove into her harder, then slowed, teasing, dragging it out before slamming into her again. His hands roamed over her body, one gripping her hip, the other moving to her breast,rolling her nipple between his fingers before his mouth replaced his hand. He sucked, licked, bit, savoring every inch of her.

His free hand slid lower, finding the tight nub of nerves between her legs. He circled it, pressing just enough to make her body bow beneath him.

"Cum for me, Amara," he ordered, his voice rough, almost desperate. He thrust deep and held still, his fingers working her clit relentlessly. "Come on, baby, cum while I’m fucking you."

She shattered around him. Her entire body tensed, her inner muscles clenching down on him so tightly it nearly sent him over the edge. She gasped his name, her back arching, nails digging into his skin as she came apart beneath him.

King knew he had lost all control. This wasn’t making love anymore—hell, that hadn’t lasted long. This was raw, unfiltered possession. And yet, even in his frenzy, he kept just enough awareness to ensure he wasn’t hurting her. She would no doubt be sore.

His gaze dropped, watching his cock pumping into her slick, swollen pussy, and the sight alone made his own release coil dangerously close.

Yeah, she’d be sore. But he’d make it better. His tongue would see to that. And then he’d take her again. That was enough to send him over the edge as his roar mixed with her screams of pleasure.

CHAPTER 27

Amara couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she sat in the passenger seat of King’s car, her body still tingling from the morning they’d shared.

Slade had called, saying Joey was ready for release, and now they were on their way to pick him up. But her mind wasn’t on Joey...not yet. No, her mind was stuck on the way she had woken up.

King’s lips had been the first thing she felt, warm and insistent against her skin. His hands had roamed over her, teasing, playing, dipping between her thighs to find her still throbbing from the night before.

What a way to wake up. She’d flinched at his touch, just a tiny movement, but King had caught it immediately. Without a word, he had scooped her up, carried her to the bathroom, and stepped into the shower with her. The warm water had cascaded over them as his strong hands lathered her skin with care, his touch reverent, almost worshipful.

She had tried repeatedly to take things further. Because, well… she had apparently become a total slut where he was concerned. The thought made her smile even more. But King had refused. Instead, he had pushed her against the cool tile, dropped to his knees, and worshipped her with his mouth and tongue.

His saliva had healing powers, he had said. Yeah, well, that wasn’t the only thing his mouth and tongue had power over. Lord help her. Even now, the memory sent a slow, warm pulse through her veins.

“What are you thinking about?” His deep, knowing voice pulled her back to the present.

Amara glanced over to see King grinning at her, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting casually on his thigh. His dark eyes flicked to her before returning to the road, but the heat in them was unmistakable.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress her grin. “Oh, you know… just things.”

King chuckled, the rich, masculine sound doing dangerous things to her insides. “Judging by that dreamy look on your face, I’d say they’re dirty things.”

Amara laughed, shifting in her seat. “Maybe.”

“Definitely.” His smirk was pure sin, and her stomach flipped.

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