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her.
    “Oh!”
    She was ready to climax already, even with him holding still, the tip of his cock
     inside her. But she knew to hold it back. She blinked up at him, stunned by the ragged
     desire on his face. She reached up, placed her palm in the middle of his chest to
     feel his heart beating there—it was racing as fast as hers.
    He made a small nod and some vague understanding seemed to pass between them—that
     this moment was something unique and special. She didn’t understand. She didn’t need
     to.
    His hand covered hers, then he lifted it, pressed a kiss to her fingertips. Paused,
     kissed her palm. Bit it.
    She watched him, absorbing the little bit of pain, waiting for the pleasure she knew
     he held back from her.
    “Roan,” she murmured, “don’t make me beg.”
    “How can I when I want you this much?” He slid in a little further, and her body clenched
     around him. “Ah, Christ, you feel like fucking heaven, my beauty. I need to… I need
     to fuck you so hard.”
    “Yes, please,” was all she could say. She didn’t dare say more. She was afraid she’d
     tell him how badly she needed to feel the length of him inside her, the connection
     of flesh to flesh completed. So she would feel completed, somehow.
    Crazy.
    Yes. She didn’t care.
    He reached for her, tracing her lips with his fingertips, his cock stilled inside
     her.  He pressed two fingers against her lower lip, gave a small nod of his chin,
     and she knew exactly what he wanted. Demanded. She opened her mouth and sucked his
     fingers, taking them deep.
    “Ah, perfect,” Roan muttered, his face slack with pleasure.
    He began to move his fingers, fucking her mouth with them, making her love it even
     as she wished it was his thick cock inside her. She wanted to grind into him so badly
     she could barely contain herself, and when she heard him moan she lost all ability
     to control herself, her hips rising to meet his.
    He immediately pulled back. “Ah, bad girl, Miranda,” he said, his cock slipping from
     her completely. “Is this what you want? Some good, hard fucking? Because I can give
     you that. But you’ll have my cock when I say you can.”
    His fingers replaced his thick shaft and he went to work right away, pumping hard
     into her. She nearly wanted to cry that he was withholding his flesh from her—the
     flesh she felt so in need of—and yet she felt herself open for him, soaking his hand.
     She was on the verge of coming in moments.
    “Oh, fuck, Miranda. So damn wet. So good, God damn it.” He growled, shoved her legs
     open wider with his free hand. “Why do I deny myself when punishing you is only punishing
     myself?”
    He withdrew his hand, moved between her thighs and thrust into her, every lovely inch
     of him buried so hard and fast it made her gasp.
    “Ah! God, I need to come, Roan.”
    “When I say so.”
    He kissed her, a hard kiss that ended in a nip to her lips. Her head was spinning,
     her body in sensation overload already. And then he drew back, that sharp gaze on
     hers once more. And as he watched her and fucked her, pleasure like pinpoints of light
     covering every inch of her body—inside her, all over her skin—he wrapped a hand around
     her throat.
    This is where I completely lose it.
    She’d always loved breath play. She remembered vaguely that they’d discussed it and
     knew it felt right—to give him her trust as she gave him her body.
    He was watching her very carefully as his hips slowed their motion and his hand tightened.
     It felt like some sort of electric shock: his beautiful green gaze, their very watchfulness,
     and his strong hand controlling her breathing. He squeezed the tiniest bit, waited
     for her to gasp, loosened his grip. Allowed her to take a breath or two, squeezed
     again and slid slowly into her. Did it again.
    She felt her body going loose, her mind losing all but that concentrated focus on
     him and sensation.
    Him.
    Pleasure was warm and liquid in her system.