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“I’m going to make you come,” he said, his mouth moving to my neck. “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll be shaking with it. And then, when you’re ready, I’m going to bury myself inside you and make you mine for real.”
I couldn’t form words. Could only nod and arch into him and hope he understood that yes, I wanted all of it, wanted everything he was promising.
His hand slid down my stomach, over the soft flesh there that I’d always hated, and I tensed.
“Relax,” he murmured. “You’re beautiful, Maggie. Every inch of you. Stop thinking and just feel.”
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my underwear. He rubbed his finger along the edge, teasing me. My breath hitched when he plunged his hand down the front, his fingers touching the soft nest of curls. “Damn, woman,” he groaned as if he liked the fact that I wasn’t clean shaven.
Then his hand moved lower. His palm covered my mound. And then—
I jerked when one finger slid along slit, stroking down my center. I’d never been touched like that. Never.
“So damn wet. Have you been thinking about tonight, too, Maggie? Thinking about how I would touch you?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “All day long.”
“Good.” Then, he was pulling my panties down, his eyes dark with want. And now, I was completely bare beneath him. Completely exposed. And instead of feeling embarrassed, I felt...powerful. Wanted. Desired in a way I’d never experienced before.
“Spread your legs for me,” he commanded, and the authority in his voice made my thighs part without thought. “That’s my good girl. Now let me see what’s mine.”
His hand moved between my thighs, his fingers finding my center once again. His touch was rough, hard, as if he couldn’t control himself.
And I loved it. I loved the fact that I was making him loose control.
That he wanted me so much.
“Fuck, Maggie,” he groaned, “you’re soaked for me. Does it feel good when I touch you like this?” He added another finger to his exploration.
“Yes—God, yes—”
“Tell me what you need. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I don’t—I don’t know—just don’t stop—”
He circled a spot that made my hips buck, pleasure shooting through me so intense it almost hurt. “Right here? Do you want me to rub your clit? Make you come all over my hand?”
The dirty talk combined with his touch made my head spin. He was relentless, working me with steady pressure and occasional dips lower that made me whimper. Building something inside me, coiling it tighter and tighter until I thought I might break apart.
“Let go,” he urged, his mouth on mine once again. “Stop fighting it and let go. Come for me, Maggie.”
And I did. The pleasure crashed over me in waves, so intense I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only ride it out while he worked me through it, murmuring praise and encouragement the whole time.
When I came back to myself, I was trembling, gasping for air, and he was watching me with an expression so fierce and possessive it should have scared me.
Instead, it made me want more.
“That was just the beginning. Now I’m going to taste you. And then, when you’re ready, I’m going to take you properly and make you mine.”
Before I could respond, he was moving down my body, settling between my thighs, and oh God, his mouth was on me, his tongue doing things that made me see stars.
This was going to be a very long night.
And I couldn’t wait.
CHAPTER SIX
Rhett
