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Something about him feels so vulnerable and soft beneath his hard expression, and I’m drowning, drowning in the heat of him. I close my lips around his thumb and suck it into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the tip.

His breath hitches, and his gaze sharpens, his eyes blue-black and commanding with an intensity I’ve never seen before. A low rumble reverberates in his chest. He pulls his thumb out of my mouth and yanks my coat off, throwing it on the hood of the car.

“Take your pants off,” he growls in my ear. “Now.”

“I can’t,” I whisper hoarsely. Layers. Boots. Socks. It’s winter, for fuck’s sake, and it’s freezing. Orit was.

He rips my sweater dress off over my head and unclasps my bra, allowing my breasts to spill free. Wrapping his strong arms around me, he lifts me like I weigh nothing and sets me down on top of my coat. Then grabs my waist band and glares at me.

“Siena, if you don’t take off your pants right now, I’m going to rip them off you.”

He’s staring at me, waiting, and I stare back, defiantly. I just can’t bring myself to follow his orders.

As if he can read my thoughts, he gives a quick nod. “Fine.”

I gasp as he pushes me back on the hood of the car, and shoves my legs wide, kneeling between my thighs. Maintaining eye contact, he reaches between my legs and grabs the crotch of my leggings and panties with both hands. I shudder as his strong fingers rake over my pussy in the process.

“Last chance.” His eyes are a deep dark blue that threatens to drag me into its depths.

I don’t move.

Without shifting his gaze away from mine, he rips my leggings and panties from the front waistband to the back like they are made of tissue paper, and yanks the material down my thighs. My jaw drops, my chest heaving with heavy breaths as I fight to maintain control.

He presses his large palms to the inside of my thighs, and I bite back a breath as the cold air hits my wet pussy. Shifting his gaze and his hands to my center, he rubs his thumbs around my entrance almost reverently. Skirting my clit, he digs his fingers into me, bruising my thighs.

I lean up on my elbows to watch what he’s doing, my gaze drawn where his is, between my legs. Watching him makes me even wetter, and I start to whimper with need. Soon histhumbs are slippery, my slickness coating his hands and my thighs.

I push my hips forward, and he looks up at me like a warning and drags his tongue over his lip, breathing hard. “Fuck, baby.” His voice is like gravel. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

I reach forward, grip the back of his head and pull him toward me to kiss him, but he pulls out of my grasp and drops down between my legs, shoving his tongue inside my entrance. He tongue fucks my pussy hard and fast like a starving man.

I’m instantly gone, unable to control myself, my hips bucking into him. He groans, clamping his mouth over my clit, sucking hard, sinking in his teeth. Gripping his hair, I grind against him, my wetness pooling beneath me, soaking my coat. Being without his touch for so long, I’m almost embarrassed by how quickly I’m dripping for him, grinding against his face, practically chanting his name.

Biting down on my clit, he slips a finger inside me, curling it just right to hit my G spot, and my world shatters. Stars burst behind my closed eyes, my cries echoing in the cavernous parking garage. My body tightens, clenching around him as waves of pleasure crash over me.

He doesn’t stop. His fingers and tongue work in tandem, driving me higher, prolonging my orgasm until I’m shaking. My head falls back against the car hood, my chest heaving, and I slam my heels into the hood of the car.

“Matti,” I manage, barely able to form the word.

He stands abruptly, pushing one knee into my thigh to keep me from sliding off the car. He undoes his pants and pulls his cock out, thick and hard, and my breath catches.

“Wait! We can’t!” I pant, trying to unscramble my brain. “Protection?”

He stops, scowling at me.

“You… other women….” Fuck, I can’t form sentences.

Understanding dawns on his face. “You’re the only one I don’t wear a condom with,kitten,” he snarls the last word mockingly.

Before I can respond, he jerks me down to the edge of the car hood and pushes inside me, stretching me wide. A scream tears from my throat. Holy fuck, I forgot how good he feels.

“Fuck. Open up, Siena. Let me in,” he grunts.

I tilt my hips up toward him and he pulls out to the tip then thrusts all the way in again, balls deep this time, bottoming out inside me.

My back arches, and he pins my wrists above my head with one hand, bending over me, his mouth hovering over mine. He moves with a brutal rhythm, each thrust forcing me higher, harder, faster, lost in the storm he’s unleashed.

His gaze bores into me as the corner of his lip twitches up a little further with every thrust, watching the changes in my face almost like he’s memorizing me as I take his cock.

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