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in
slow circles. Her head tilts back and she whimpers, keening against
my hand. “Please,” she begs.
    “What
do you want?” It’s torture holding back. I want to ravage
her, shove my dick in that hot wetness where it belongs, but I need
to hear her say it. I need to know she feels this too.
    “You.”
Zoe’s eyes lock mine, full of emotion and a desperate need. “I
want you. Only you. Please, Dax! I need you.”
    “Good.”
I rock slowly into her slick cunt, and watch her come undone.
    Her
mouth parts in a silent scream as I thrust so fucking deep, I can
feel her start to convulse. Her cunt clenches at me, her body arches
up. I slam into her again, starting a chain reaction that sends us
both over the edge.
    “Fuck,
Dax, yes,” she moans.
    Every
wild spasm of her climax grips at my cock, so fucking good, but I
don’t stop, I ride it out, pounding mercilessly until her wild
screams mingle with my own animal roar.
    Fuck.
Harder. Deeper.
    Yes .
    I
explode, pulling out and spurting over her gorgeous body. Marking
her. Owning her.
    Mine.

 

CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
    ZOE
     
    When
I wake up, I’m bundled up in blankets in a guest room I don’t
recognize. Dax’s arms are wrapped tightly around me. Safe and
secure.
    It
all comes rushing back. He’s here. That must mean he forgives
me—that he cares.
    I
roll to face him, and find he’s awake.
    God,
I could look at that face forever.
    “What
time is it?” I murmur. I kiss him and he pulls me tightly
against his chest, cradling me in his arms.
    “Eleven,
maybe. You slept a while,” he smirks. “Someone must have
worn you out.”
    “Just
a little,” I smile, wriggling against him. “You go hard.”
    “Not
always.” Dax’s hands slide under the covers, caressing my
skin in a whisper. “I can be soft...”
    He
dips his head, making his way along my collarbone in a delicate trail
of kisses. I sigh in satisfaction, parting my legs to give his
hardening cock access.
    Right
where I need him the most.
    Dax
presses his cock against my opening, teasing for a just a moment, and
then rocks into me gently. Too gently, barely moving at all, but
still filling me up, splitting me open. So deep. Right there.
    Fuck.
    I
slowly clench around him, feeling every thick, demanding inch. I gasp
for breath, feeling my blood spark with heat.
    “See...”
Dax lifts his head, capturing my lips this time in a slow kiss to
match the lazy pace of his body. “It doesn’t always have
to be a fight.”
    Our
hips move together, inch by delicious inch. The heat is rising, such
a deep, slow burn, it spreads everywhere, setting my whole body
ablaze.
    I try
to speed the pace, but Dax keeps me locked in place. Teasing me with
every shallow stroke.
    I
drag my nails slowly down his back.
    He
groans against me, angling to thrust even deeper. But still, he keeps
the pace slow. Relentless.
    “Please,”
I gasp, writhing under his touch, but Dax just kisses my shoulders
and breasts, grazing my nipples and making me shudder with sensation.
    I can
barely hold back. I’m so close. God, so fucking close.
    He
tilts my chin up, making me look at him. Our eyes lock, and I can see
the fierce hunger in his eyes. The lust, pure and simple.
    And
something more.
    He
surges into me again, faster now, hitting just the right spot, and I
can’t help it anymore. “I’m coming,” I pant
into his mouth.
    “I
want you to,” he says, and that’s my undoing.
    The
orgasm rips through me, a blaze of pleasure that goes on and on as I
moan in Dax’s ear, whispering his name. Dax lets out a
strangled roar and unleashes, slamming into me a final time, filling
me up as he comes. He groans my name, over and over in my ear until
we’re both spent and breathless.
    Oh.
My. God.
    Dax
rolls off me, then spoons me against him. “Goddamn,” he
says appreciatively, “You’re going to kill me if we keep
this up.”
    “But
at least we’d both die happy.” I stretch, feeling the
amazing rush in my bloodstream.
    This
man could