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“I’ll try to be gentle, my sweet angel,” he murmured, brushing my hair back with his fingertips. My body was so delicate next to his bulk. His eyes were clearly filled with lust mixed with a healthy dose of care. Gentle caresses were mixed perfectly with the fire growing between us.

His lips met mine hungrily, as his hips began to push forward slowly. His dreamy deep kiss was so overwhelming that it almost distracted from the pressure of his length stretching me open.

My gasp made him freeze immediately, but I shook my head. “More.”

He wasn’t just filling me, he was possessing me. Somehow in the spinning mess of my mind, I realized how careful and gentle he was being with me.

Something about such a rough-looking man showing so much tenderness made my body respond. Everything loosened, becoming more open and wet as he sunk deeper. I whined as he pulled away from our kiss to stare into my eyes.

“You feel so perfect,” he murmured as he slowly plunged completely inside. “You’re mine now.” His eyes locked on mine. “I love you so much, Sasha. I’m going to be everything for you. Do anything for you.”

“Yes,” I managed to gasp, the new pressure building inside me with an unusual glowing warmth.

I didn’t know whether I was going to scream or explode like golden fireworks right here in his bedroom.

The rhythm of his flesh inside me, pressing against every single nerve, made my heart rate spin out of control. Even as his thrusts increased, they were never violent. Smooth and deep and steady, the base of his shaft gliding against my clit with every stroke.

My fingers dug into the muscles of his back as I held him tightly against me. His tongue dipped into my mouth, and it felt like he needed to swallow me whole.

My mind shut off completely, leaving only my body, and the intoxicating sensations that were too much to process: Oakley’s breath, skin, and movement, overtaking me.

The heat of my orgasm began bubbling through my hips and core, erupting through my body as I shrieked, every inch of my skin clenching around him.

He released my lips, letting my squeal echo through the room. “Yes, I love you, yes.”

As my tight, wet tunnel clamped around him, I could feel his shoulders twitch, his powerful legs propelling him deeper, faster.

“I love you, Sasha,” he growled, his voice dark and feral even though the words were sweet.

My body bounced slightly under him as he drove me into the bed, his final strokes making me scream into his mouth.

Oakley came with a roar, his hands under me as he pulled my body to his, pounding his cock inside me as he claimed me as his completely.

I’d never felt so completely, utterly adored in my entire life.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

* Oakley *

I’ve been through a lot of rough times, but every time I’d truly put my mind to the task, I had succeeded.

At least, I did at first. Sometimes random things would get in the way to ruin my plans. Sometimes I got in my own way.

Sasha was not a conquest. She had never felt like a mission. But she’d been my goal from the start. I wanted to wiggle into her heart and live there forever. There was definitely a long way to go, but everything was turning out so well that I felt that I could slow down and take a breath.

Sasha’s soft skin as she snuggled beside me was both arousing and comforting. Her touch was electrifying, but also grounding. Everything I felt about her was too much. Too amplified.

I knew that I had to get a grip, but I didn’t want to. I was so completely lost in every moment of her presence.

“I honestly cannot quite believe how sweet you are,” I murmured against her hair, trailing my hand up and down her back and around her hip in a meandering trail.

“I’ve never been so relaxed that I felt like I was sinking into the bed,” she smiled, tilting her head to kiss along my chest.

“Good. I hope that you’re always relaxed around me, my little angel.”

“I absolutely love that you call me that,” she said, twisting to look at me. “I like that you make me feel girlish and delicate, but you always let me take the reins when I need to.”

“I think that’s your power,” I said. “You’re so strong, yet you see the world with such fresh, inquisitive eyes.”

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