I did. I watched as he pressed the head to my opening, whimpering as he worked it inside.

“You feel so fucking good,” he hissed.

My thighs shook, and I cried out as he pushed deeper, spreading me wider. I looked up at him, panting.

“Not me, look at my cock pushing inside you. Watch, Addison,” he ordered.

I did as he said, panting harder now, more turned on than I could ever remember being. I liked it when he ordered me about in bed, and I liked it when he called me Addison while doing it.

He pushed in the last thick inch, and I curled my fingers, tangling them in my underwear.

I lifted my gaze, and he was watching me.

“Gonna fuck you now, baby. It’s gonna be hard and rough, and you’re not going to hold anything back from me. You’re going to let me see and hear exactly what you’re feeling while I do it. If it gets too much, use your word and I’ll stop, understand?”

This Manic was different. He’d been in control the very first night we’d shared all those weeks ago, but nothing like this. He’d hidden this part of himself from me, and even though this thing between us was temporary, I hated that he’d felt he had to. While he was mine, I wanted all of him. I nodded.

He gripped my hips, kneading them, his heated stare darkening. “What’s your word, Addison?”

“S-sugar.”

“Hold on to me,” he said, then slid out almost all the way when I did—and slammed inside me.

He hit me deep inside, and my mouth dropped open, my back arching in reflex. I’d barely dragged in a breath before he did it again. Then he was fucking me without reprieve, without mercy.

It was intense, brutal, out of control—perfect. It was as if he could see inside me, to a part not even I knew existed, like he just knew what I needed.

I could feel my orgasm already teasing, and it was building in a way that was deep and wild. He told me to show him what I was feeling, to let him hear it, and I had no option but to give that to him.

If I wasn’t so lost in pleasure, I might have been embarrassed by my reaction to the hard fucking Manic was giving me. But I wasn’t, not with him, and not when the pleasure he gave me kept on building.

“Please…oh god,” I cried. “Don’t stop.”

His wide chest glistened, the thick slabs of his abs tight, biceps bulging, twitching as he took me.

He gripped the side of my neck. “Not gonna stop, Addison.” He dipped his head. “Look at me. Give me those gorgeous eyes,” he bit out.

I looked away from the play of muscle that had me mesmerized and into his eyes, and I moaned at what I saw in them—at the raw, untethered need. It was all for me. At that moment, I was all he wanted, all he needed. I was making him feel that way.

He kissed along my jaw to my ear. “Not stopping until my good girl comes all over my cock. Not until that pussy’s clamping down so hard I see stars.”

He wasn’t going to have to wait long. I groaned and gripped him tighter, feeling out of control, as if I were spinning, anchorless. Out of nowhere, a feeling of panic filled my chest as my emotions mixed and twisted with the pleasure he was giving me. I gasped and squeezed my eyes closed, gripping at his massive shoulders, then shoving at him—though, having him pull away from me was the last thing I wanted.

Fingers gripped my chin, tipping my head back. “Look at me,” he demanded. “Baby, open your fucking eyes.”

“Levi,” I said as I did, and I heard the fear in my voice. I knew he saw the panic, heard it when he pressed his forehead to mine.

“I’ve got you, Addison,” he growled. “You remember your word?”

I nodded.

He waited, in case I needed to use it, and when I didn’t, he held me tighter. “Let it go, baby. Whatever it is you’re clinging to, that put that look in your eyes, let it go, give it to me.”

I cried out, his words hitting me so deeply, god, shattering me. I wanted to. I’d been carrying so much grief and pain for so long, I barely knew myself anymore. He wanted to take it from me, for this moment in time, and I needed that more than I needed anything else. But I didn’t know how to let it go.

I shook my head. “I-I can’t.” Hot tears prickled my eyes.

He dropped his hand between us and swiped his thumb over my clit, his gaze searching mine, pleading with me. “Fuck, baby. Yes, you can.”

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