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A low groan rumbled out of him, and then he dove in, all pretense of going slow lost. He was licking and sucking my clit with abandon while his hands traveled everywhere, sending wild sensations through me.
The angle was dizzying and the pressure exquisite. I hadno control, and I loved it. Owen knew how to touch me. The combination of his hands, fingers, and mouth was sending me higher and higher.
“It’s so good.” I cried out, gripping the sheets to keep from floating away.
Just as I felt about to break, he surprised me again, pushing his thumb against my back channel.
The moan that escaped me was throaty and loud as I dropped my head to the mattress and pushed back against him.
And then I detonated, fully and completely, as wave after wave crashed over me. As I shook and moaned, he continued working me over, prolonging every single second of delicious pleasure.
He lit up my nerve endings, and elation coursed through my veins. Owen was more than just a part of me now. He was mine and I was his and there wasn’t any way to fight it anymore.
I collapsed on the bed, panting and spent. With my face in the sheets, I attempted to catch my breath and regain coherent thought. But I was lost in the incredible sensations. My legs were jelly and my stomach was flipping with glee. Because this man had just delivered the world’s most intense orgasm on a goddamn silver platter.
And then the heat of his body was there again and his lips were on my skin. He kissed my neck and shoulders.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” He sighed into my skin. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
I picked my head up and smiled at him, my eyes still unfocused. “I’m not sure I can walk after that.”
I heard the tear of the foil, then he was lifting my hips.
He carefully placed each of my hands on the headboard, then ran his fingers down my spine. I arched up for him. I couldn’t help myself, because as spent and boneless as I was, I could always take a bit more.
“That’s a good girl.” He groaned, palming my ass cheeks as he lined himself up. “Always ready for me.”
He pushed inside me, the pressure making my eyes roll into the back of my head. I was still tingling and sensitive from whatever magic he had performed earlier, and as he filled me, it felt like I was already on the verge of coming again.
He didn’t move right away, instead running his hands all over my body, as if committing every inch of me to memory.
“Please,” I groaned, needing friction.
And then he pulled back and thrust into me slowly. Once. Then again. Deep and rhythmic, but with enough power that I had to clutch the headboard to keep steady.
It wasn’t long before he picked up his pace, that perfect control wavering as he slid one hand into my hair, gripping it and tugging with enough force to make me moan.
Fuck, I loved it when he got all possessive and feral over me.
“I can feel you,” he gasped, “squeezing and ready to explode. Keep going.”
Back fully arched, I relished the way he kept a firm hold on my hair and played with my nipples with his free hand.
My body trembled, and that was all it took for him to snap. Then he was fucking me with abandon and sending me hurtling over the edge. He cried out my name as he rode out my orgasm with me. I was still soaring when his groans filled the air and he succumbedto his own.
He collapsed on top of me, rolling to the side and pulling me close.
“You are incredible,” he said into my hair as I tucked myself into his chest. For such a dominant boss man in the sheets, Owen was quite the cuddler.
Eyes closed, I was just beginning to drift when he placed a kiss on my head. “I don’t know how I’m ever gonna let you go.”
My heart clenched painfully.
Because eventually, I’d have to let him go. And when I did, it would crush me.
Chapter 37
Owen
