“You need a hard fucking, don’t you, cupcake?”

“Yes.” God, the things he said.

His hand skated between my thighs, and he dragged up my skirt, then swiped his thumb along my slit, over the damp fabric, pressing in. He made a rumbling sound. “Baby, you soaked your panties right through.”

I nodded, although it wasn’t actually a question.

His intense stare trapped mine as he slid his hand down the front of my panties. “Pussy’s so wet you gotta be aching.” He pressed his thumb deeper into my slick folds, and I whimpered. “You want it a little rough, too, don’t you, gorgeous? You need it like that, just like I do.”

I bit my lip and nodded. Yes, I needed that. How did he know? I didn’t even know what I needed, but every word out of his mouth, every demand and dirty thing he said had me desperate for him and what he promised.

He stood suddenly and was on the move, taking me with him, his mouth on mine again, hungry, demanding as he carried me across the room. I expected him to lay me on the bed. Instead, he stood me beside it—and slowly,deliberatelybegan to undress me. Like he was unwrapping a present, savoring it as he revealed my body bit by bit. He dropped my shirt and gripped the waistband of my skirt and pushed it down my legs, the cool air hitting my bare flesh inch by inch.

He made an appreciative sound and smoothed a rough-skinned palm over my hip, then higher, over my ribs. His thumb brushed the underside of my breast, and I shivered, my nipples growing tighter, more sensitive. Finally, he reached around and undid my bra, dragging the straps off my shoulders.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his breathing growing more ragged.

I resisted the urge to lift my hands and cover myself. No one but me had seen me naked in a very long time, and the way Manic’s gaze devoured me, I knew he liked what he saw. Then, licking his lips, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slowly, so freaking slowly, as if he were teasing himself as well as me, slid them down my legs.

I stepped out and was finding it hard to breathe as he took in my nakedness. The hunger in his eyes made me shiver again and squeeze my thighs together. I felt exposed and a little shy—out of control. I liked it. Weirdly, I liked how off-balance he made me feel.

“Fucking beautiful,” he said, making a hungry sound. “You want to please me, don’t you, Addie? You want that badly?”

A whimper escaped, coming out of nowhere, and I nodded. Yes, that’s exactly what I wanted. What the hell was happening here? What was he doing to me? With only a few words, I was trembling from how much I wanted what he was offering.

He took my chin between his thumb and finger and kissed me again, deep and slow, his beard tickling me, but other than his fingers on my chin, he wasn’t touching me. I was naked, and he was fully dressed. Something about all of that sent me even farther over the edge. I was so wet now, my thighs were slick.

I shuffled forward, unable to stop myself, desperate for him to touch me, and leaned into him. His clothes were rough against my bare skin. “Please,” I whispered.

“Please what, cupcake? Tell me what you want.”

My limbs shook harder. “Touch me. Please, touch me.”

“Fuck.” With a growl, he hooked me around the waist and tossed me on the bed. “My control’s for shit around you, Addison.”

He stepped back, and I watched as he stripped off. His colossal, muscled body was a work of art. Rippling, bulging biceps, thick thighs, and waist. Wide chest and cut abs dusted with dark hair. And he was covered in tattoos. My gaze traveled over him, and I spotted the one my friend Trix had inked on his thigh a while ago after his dog Rolf passed away. If I wasn’t on the verge of self-combusting, I would have smiled at how sweet that was.

But he was climbing on the bed and all thought shattered when he loomed over me.

I swallowed. “Hey.”

He grinned. “Hey.”

Then he covered me with his huge body, and the grin vanished a moment before he took my mouth again, kissing me like a warrior returned to his woman after months away at battle.

“Taste so fucking good,” he said against my lips. “Better than I imagined.”

Another shiver came over me. Then he was kissing his way down my throat and sucking a nipple deep into his mouth. He was everywhere, covering me, kissing, sucking, tasting my skin as one of his hands skated over my belly and between my thighs.

He slid two thick fingers through my slit, through my juices, and over my clit, then he lifted his head and looked at me as he pushed them deep inside me.

I cried out and arched against him.

Then his mouth was covering my clit, licking and sucking as his fingers thrust inside me. My thighs trembled, and I struggled to catch my breath as he curled his fingers, hitting me right on that spot that sent me wild, working me fast and hard toward release. “Oh god.”

He gave me one last lick, then lifted his head, pressed a wide hand to my lower belly, holding me down, and watched as he fucked me hard and fast with his fingers, his thumb at my clit, working me into a frenzy. “Not missing the first one,” he said.

I grabbed at the sheets on either side of me, completely out of my mind and so caught up in my impending orgasm that I didn’t care that his dark eyes were on me or that he could see how out of control he’d made me.

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