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mine.”
    “Please!”
    Her voice was beginning to carry as he moved inside her, his speed picking up with aching precision.
    “Please? Don’t beg. You know what I want to hear.”
    Despite the challenging smirk on his face, his thrusts retreated just enough to ease the pain, letting her feel the warm sensation of his body against hers, the smooth friction of his skin. She reached down to his hips, grabbing at the waistband of his jeans and pulling him deeper. “I’m yours.”
    He chuckled, and with the steady confidence of a man who knew his job well, lowered his weight onto her, digging his knees into the dirt for purchase. John thrust there, his weight rocking over her, moving her in the dirt. She could feel the dead leaves and the dirt beneath her head grinding into her hair with each thrust. She didn’t protest. He settled onto his elbows then, taking hold of her head in his hands, turning her to look at him.
    “You’re going to come for me now, aren’t you?”
    God, she loved the way he spoke to her. “Yes! God! Where have you been all my life?”
    He laughed. “That’s right. Come for me.”
    He moved with force, grinding into her as her body wore grooves into the soil. She lifted her legs high around him, letting her heels kick against his ass with the force of his movements. She was close enough to release, but she wanted more, wanted the searing, shuddering agony of it.
    She reached down, clutching his ass. “More!”
    “More?” He asked, his voice hoarse with effort. He responded with precision, grabbing hold of the collar of her red t-shirt and tearing it open. She startled at the force of it, whimpering under him as he grabbed the fabric of her brassiere and yanked the cups down to expose her breasts. He kept his rhythm, grunting louder and louder with each thrust, then planted his hot mouth over her breast, and bit her. She screamed, clutching her fingers in his hair as the bite lessened to a purposeful sucking, teasing her with his tongue. She pressed his head against her, as though the tighter she held his dark hair, the faster he’d go, the faster his tongue would move. He read her signals like a code breaker and pounded into her, teasing her other nipple with his fingers. It was enough. She flung her head back into the dirt, her mouth wide in a silent scream, and shook violently beneath him. He kept going, kept thrusting, carrying her through. Then she shuddered, exhaling in loud, desperate wails, riding the waves of her release. He arched his back over her, moving with deliberation as he held his breath, then like some ravenous thing, he roared over her, his body quaking. His thrusts softened, slowing until he was barely moving over her.
    “Tell me you came,” he said.
    Catherine chuckled, her fingers still curled into the tendrils of his hair. “You couldn’t tell?”
    He lifted his head to look at her. “Yeah, but was it a good one?”
    She laughed, reaching down to touch his hips. “It was a good one.”
    John made a subtle gesture, pretending to punch the air in quiet celebration. She laughed again.
    John slumped down beside her, taking her face in his hands. “I want you to be mine, Catherine.”
    His words were so intense, it almost frightened her. No man had ever looked at her the way John did, never kissed her or made her laugh like John did. This must be too good to be true.
    “I thought you just claimed me,” she said, smirking at him.
    “You have no idea,” he said, grinning. “But I mean it. I want you. I don’t want some passing thing. I want you to be mine.”
    Catherine swallowed. He’d gone from a ravenous beast, to this stern lover, declaring his desires as though he meant to plan the next six lifetimes. “How do you know you want me?”
    He touched her face. “I’ve always wanted you to be mine.”
    “Then why didn’t you make me yours last time?”
    “Because I had to know you meant it. That if you were going to be mine, you’d be mine