to the tender skin at the curve of her neck, he shook his head and met her gaze again.

“No. I need the words. I want to kiss the fuck out of you right now, baby. And I can’t do that until you give me the words I need. I have to know you understand. That you know the power you have over me, and every other fucker on this planet. ‘Cuz I’m telling you, if he doesn’t feel like I do, he’s fucking gay, and he’s lying if he says otherwise.”

Surprising him, she pushed away from him unsteadily, but before he could protest, she turned around and slid her arms around his neck. “I know how you see me now,” she replied, her voice low and husky, making his dick jerk in response. “I understand. Now kiss me, Bolt. Please.”

Fuuuuuck. That plea, in that desire drenched voice, was way more than he could resist. He wasn’t sure she fully understood just yet, but it wouldn’t be a hardship at all to give her this lesson again, as many times as she needed before it sunk in.

He was beyond the point of being gentle as he took her mouth with his. But as pleasure leapt to life, streaking through his nervous system and making his blood boil, he knew she didn’t mind.

She was kissing him back like her life depended on it, and he knew exactly how she felt. Hooking his arms around her thighs, he picked her up, reveling in the feel of her wrapping her legs around his hips.

Flicking off the light, he carried her to the bed, ready to keep her there for the next decade or eight.

Chapter Two Hundred Sixteen

Ana held onto Bolt as he lowered her roughly to the bed. She didn’t mind that he wasn’t gentle—that wasn’t what she needed.

She needed him just like this. As crazed for her as she was for him. Kissing her so deeply, he was branding himself onto her very soul, his hands shaking with urgency and need, his lips demanding and his stubble scraping her skin, the delicious burn only adding to her pleasure.

Maybe she was crazy for wanting this so soon, for feeling like if he didn’t get inside her that very moment she’d literally combust. But his words had been like gasoline on the fire that had been burning inside her since they met, her arousal coating her thighs and soaking the boxers she wore.

World War Three could be knocking on their door, and she wouldn’t stop until she’d had him inside her and they’d both gotten their fill—maybe even more than once.

He broke the kiss and she let out a mewling whimper at the loss of his lips on hers, only to dig her nails into his broad shoulders when he suckled the skin at the base of her throat.

Grunting with frustration when his searching mouth was stopped by the fabric of her shirt, he yanked back and tore it off her. Literally ripped it off, throwing the pieces aside like their very existence offended him, making her middle clench with a fresh wave of desire.

The fact that he wanted her this much—yeah, the words he spoke made an impact, but this was something else entirely.

Gazing down at her like he could see her perfectly despite the darkness, he groaned long and low. “Fuck if I didn’t already know you’d be beautiful, but this… you take my fucking breath away. What you do to me is un-fucking-real, Ana.”

She had half a second to be thankful she hadn’t put her bra back on after her shower before he palmed her breasts and kneaded, forcing a moan out of her throat. Leaning down, he sucked a nipple into his mouth before biting down and tugging, sending a rush of pleasure to her core.

“Please, Bolt. I need you inside me. Now. Don’t make me wait.”

Letting out a deep growl that matched his inhumanly green eyes, he pulled back and yanked the boxers down her legs before taking off his own. Her breathing hitched as she finally caught a glimpse of his cock, standing tall, thick, and proud.

She’d done that to him, and she didn’t think she’d ever get over the feeling of power that gave her—the very power he told her she had. She hadn’t been sure she totally believed him then, but she did now.

“I’m on birth control,” she whispered hoarsely. “And I’m clean.”

He groaned at the implication behind her words. “I’m clean too. You trust me enough for this?”

“I do.”

Dropping down over her with his weight on one arm, he kissed her, his tongue dueling with hers as he lined himself up with her entrance. He wasn’t rough as he entered her, but he didn’t hesitate or go slowly, either. With one powerful, smooth glide of his hips, he was buried deeply inside her.

Gasping as she felt herself struggling to stretch around his width, she wrapped her legs around his waist as his kiss turned rougher, fiercer. He didn’t give her long to adjust to him, only mere seconds, before pulling out and rocking back into her forcefully.

“Fuck, you’re tight, baby,” he groaned, his hips never breaking their rhythm.

“Maybe,” she gasped out, “you’re just that big.”

He chuckled raggedly, arrogantly, even as he clenched his teeth. “Both. It’s both.”

Neither of them spoke again, both too overcome with pleasure for words. Ana felt like she was drowning in pleasure as he thrust into her over and over, hitting what felt like every single hotspot inside her, his pelvis grinding against her clit.

The sound of their hips slapping against each other filled the room, and she gasped as her middle clenched, her body tensing even more as she hurtled toward her orgasm.

“Let go, baby,” he ground out, moving her up the bed with the power of his thrusts. “I want to claim you, but I can’t yet. You need to come before I lose control.”

His words didn’t make much sense—because to her, this sure as hell felt

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