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arching, grinding her ass into my cock, her nails digging into my bicep.
    My breathing turned harsh and ragged and a rumble grew in my chest as I bit and sucked her neck with barely restrained desire. 
    The way she responded to me fed something inside me. I didn't know what it was exactly. It felt primitive and possessive. 
    Almost predatory.  
    And dark.
    I wanted to bleed on her, cover her in my sweat, blood and cum, wrap her up in everything that was me until there was no separation. Fuck , I wanted her to do the same to me. Mark me, claim me.
    She whimpered and my need took over, moving my hand lower, fingers pushing inside her. I nudged the offensive obstacle deeper until I reached her sweet spot, the spongy bundle of nerves. I worked it viciously, pressing my thumb to her clit. Her body jolted, muscles tensing as she approached orgasm.   
    Licking along her pulse again, I murmured below her ear, “I can feel you. You're so close.”
    “David,” she moaned, shifting her hips, making my cock harder. The way she unabashedly enjoyed sex, enjoyed my body, and taking pleasure from it, from me... I had never experienced anything like it. I had never responded to anyone the way I did her.
    “Oh fuck, yeah,” I groaned as she rode my hand, her scorching heat suckling at my fingers.
    I loved her like this. Her walls down.
    Open.
    Vulnerable.
    To me.
    For me.
    My fingers pulled and pinched her nipple, giving her the roughness she needed and getting the response I craved as I worked her body to orgasm.
    “David. Ugh. Yes, please,” she begged in a breathy voice that went straight to my cock, weakening my resolve not to fuck her.
    I loved hearing her beg me. Hearing her admit how much she wanted me, how good I made her feel.
    “Yeah, that's good. Just like that. Ride my hand,” I coaxed gently. Unable to resist anymore, my hips shifted, a gently thrusting motion, my body instinctively moving with hers as she writhed against me like we were fucking.  
    “More. I need more,” she said hoarsely.
    “I'm gonna give you what you need. Just relax and let me take care of you,” I rasped thickly.
    She made the sexiest, soft growling noise, causing my dick to pulse in desperation, demanding to plunge into her tight little cunt.
    Her hand moved up to her breast, closing over mine, encouraging me. And my control slipped. A groan tore from my throat as I pinched her nipple hard, my muscles shaking with the effort not to thrust crudely against her.
    My cock was positioned perfectly in the cleft of her ass as she unintentionally jacked me off. My jeans and the thin material of her tights did nothing to ease the sweet torture. 
    Our panting breaths and moans filled the small room as her hips sped up. Her body bucked hard and she was coming again.  
    “That's it, sweetheart. Come for me,” I soothed through my labored breath.  
    Her body tightened, then spasmed, obeying again. She cried out, her fingers clenched around mine, pushing her platinum band into my skin. My eyes landed on the diamond sitting on her hand. I was overwhelmed with a feeling I couldn't control, a need to consume her, possess her—the way she did me. That ring was proof that she was willing to let me.
    Let me own her.
    I just hoped my other secret wouldn't fuck that up.

 
     
    CHAPTER THREE
    Austin
     
     
    “Austin.” David's gravelly voice purred, filling my entire being. His breath warming my ear. “Need to get up and get ready.”
    “Okay,” I muttered barely above a whisper as his hand rubbed up and down my back.
    “How do you feel?”
    “Okay.” My voice was thick and groggy.
    “You ready to get up?” he asked sweetly.
    “Yeah, I'm good.”
    “I'll get our stuff,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to my temple.
    I knew he was hoping I didn't remember the conversation last night. He was hoping to put off whatever it was. Starting a marriage knowing there were secrets between us shouldn't bother me—considering I was withholding