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Slick everywhere. Body shaking. Moaning like a woman possessed.

And he doesn’t stop.

Not even for a second.

He keeps grinding - slow and cruel now - dragging the thick head of his cock over my clit again and again, even as I twitch and shake andsobbeneath him.

“That’s it,” he breathes, voice ragged, eyes locked on mine. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this.”

His cock is soaked now, slippery with my slick, hot and heavy as he presses down harder, dragging through the mess he’s made of me. The ridged vein along the underside of his shaft catches my clit again and I shudder, hips bucking helplessly.

“Oh my god,” I croak. “Ash.ASH.I can't handle it. I... This is illegal in at least six provinces.”

“You can take more,” he growls, dragging his cock through the mess he’s made of me, all slippery and smug and alpha. “I know you can. Don’t make that face - you begged for this.”

“I didn’t know it came with a bonus round!” I wail.

He slows, leans down until his forehead’s pressed to mine, eyes all stormy and dangerous.

“What are you asking me, omega?”

I whimper, unable to answer, lost in the steady rise of sensation, the sparks turning to fire, the fire roaring into something savage and sharp.

“You're gonna have to say it,” he smirks. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you inside,” I whisper, breathless and wrecked. “Please.”

I mean it: I need the whole damn thing. I need the deluxe package. Balls, knot, regrets,everything.

Ash growls - like an honest-to-god, big-cat-in-a-zoo kind of growl.

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he says, breath harsh.

“Yes, Ido,” I snap, dragging my nails down his back like a woman possessed by her own libido. “I want your cock inside me. Deep.Now.”

He snaps.

One large hand hooks under my thigh, pulling it high against his waist, and the other fists in the sheets beside my head. He lines up with me like we’re reenacting a slow-motion movie trailer, and then -

Sweet. Merciful. God.

He thrusts in.

All at once.

I let out a noise that could shatter wine glasses as my body wraps around him like he’s the missing piece I never knew I lost. There’s no thinking anymore. Just sensation. Pressure. Stretch.

Bliss. Regret. Bliss again.

I clamp down around him, gripping like I never want to let him go. Ash lets out a long, low sound against my shoulder, inhaling my scent deeply, his voice rough and ruined.

“Fuck. Tight.Sotight,” he mutters, breath hot against my neck. “Like your body was made for me.”

Honestly? It probably was.

Jury’s still out on whether it was a group project or a design flaw.

“You’re mine now,” he rasps. “First one in. First one to fuck his Omega.”

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