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pulsated to the beat of my heart. Her breath existed only for me in that moment and I could see it in the way her eyes rolled back. In the way she choked, her throat jumping almost as much as that pussy was.
    Demi’s hands slid into my hair. Nerves jumped in exaltation. With one pull from each of those tiny sexy hands, the girl brought me close to an orgasm my body wasn’t prepared for. I bit my lip, adding another finger and fucking her exactly like I planned to fuck her with my cock.
    I could hear the fabric of her panties stretching. Holding on for dear life as I ignored their existence and roughly twirled my fingers inside wet, pulsating heaven.
    “I said come for me,” I demanded, the ownership I had over her body stretching in aggravation.
    Demi pulled on my hair again, her lips wrapping around my upper lip. Her tongue flicked it so expertly. So God damned sensuously. Fuck experience, it was instinct that ruled supreme between us. “Kiss me. I’m so close, kiss me,” she demanded as well, her voice rough and dangerous.
    She didn’t need to tell me twice. I snapped my teeth around her lip, using the hold to pull her mouth closer. Right onto mine. As soon as it was where I needed it to be, I thrust my tongue in, moaning deep in my chest at the way her lips felt around the muscle.
    Demi froze on top of me. Her pussy swelled, the blood pooling inside that juicy clit. I slid one finger out and pressed into it. Slammed the finger still inside her in and out. I swear, the moment I felt her pussy collapse into deep, nearly painful throbs, I could’ve sworn I was coming with her.
    Her arms snapped tight around my neck. I licked every bit of her mouth I could reach, holding her to me and not letting her go as her body gave me what was mine.
    What would always be only mine.
    “ Dorian ,” she exhaled, my name sounding like a prayer. Her head fell back, her body riding out the last of her orgasm as my own screamed in agony.
    I was on the rack, back in medieval times, my very psyche being pushed to the point of non-endurance. Even so, I loved every minute of it. Loved her body, so much smaller than my own, so perfectly feminine and seeming to house an arsenal designed to break me. “You’re so fucking amazing,” I whispered, eyes wide as I watched her take her pleasure from me.
    “Dorian. Holy shit,” she panted, her head rising and falling so that her forehead was pressed against mine.
    I soaked in the last throbs that went through her. Cupped her face gently and kissed her, trying to somehow convey the tenderness and possessiveness that was going through me.
    “You’re the one that’s amazing,” she whispered against my lips, melting on me.
    My heart stuttered dangerously. It wasn’t just arousal that was laying siege to my life. She was sliding in. With every ounce of her surrender, she was sliding deep into a place no woman had been in a long, long time.
    No. Fuck that. She was sliding deeper than anyone ever had. Self-preservation raged, demanding that I mark her and shackle her and make damned sure she never left.
    Things wouldn’t be right without her anymore.
    “You’re so hard,” she said out of nowhere, her words slapping me. Her hips did even worse, rotating insatiably against my most likely midnight-blue cock. “I want to make you come, too.”
    I was going to die. Before she ever laid a hand on it, my dick was going to pop and send me into cardiac arrest.
    My teeth bared as bronchial tubes thickened and threatened to shut down within my chest. I wanted to give into her. Rip my belt off and destroy my pants so that she could finally worship what would eventually destroy her, if it had its way.
    I wouldn’t get the chance to. God had turned on me, the Fates off somewhere and laughing at my expense. I felt the limo slow down and the downward descent that I knew, I fucking knew, led into the parking lot of my building.
    I sat Demi up, smiling cockily at the little whimper she gave. My girl was