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myself.
    My body is in agony, I want her so badly. I can feel every sweet bit of her beneath me, but it’s not enough. I want to feel her skin against mine. I want to be sheathed in the slick heat between her legs.
    I push her pullover up her body, baring her stomach. Her hands tug at my shirt, sliding it up my back. We don’t bother trying to get either garment completely off—both of us seem to be focused on one thing and one thing only.
    I tear my mouth away from hers and sit partway up—just enough to undo my belt and pants. As my fingers fumble with the zipper, she pushes her leggings down over her hips. I yank them the rest of the way down past her ankles and push her knees apart. Then I lower myself on top of her again, unable to wait even a moment longer. My cock slides between her legs, seeking out her—
    “Condom,” she squeaks beneath me.
    Fuck, that’s right. I’m so eager to have her again that I’ve forgotten the whole blasted reason we left the house in the first place. Fortunately, she dropped the bag of condoms beside us. I lean over and grab one of the boxes, tearing it open like some sort of beast.
    I don’t think I’ve ever put a condom on so quickly. I’m shocked I even have the presence of mind to do it properly. The moment it’s done, I’m on top of her again, and I drive inside of her without giving either of us the chance to catch our breaths.
    The most beautiful cry escapes her throat as I bury myself all the way to the hilt. I pause on top of her—partially to ensure that I haven’t hurt her, and partially in response to the intensity of what I experience. My body is still in pain, aching for release, but I can’t seem to move.
    After a moment, Elle’s fingers dig into the bare skin on my back.
    “Please…” she whispers.
    I don’t intend to torture her any longer. I dip my head and kiss her again as my hips begin to move.
    I’m losing my mind. That’s the only explanation. She’s driven me mad, and I have no choice but to indulge in her, to feed this addiction…
    I kiss my way along her jaw to her ear and bury my face in her hair, which has come undone from its messy bun. God, I love the way she smells. I can’t get enough of the scent of her.
    I can’t get enough of her. Period.
    Her nails pierce the skin on my back, and the pain only excites me more.
    “Fuck, Elle,” I rasp into her ear. Even saying her name excites me.
    Elle.
    Elle.
    Elle.
    As my thrusts increase in speed, her grip on me continues to tighten. And her soft gasps and whimpers turn into louder cries of pleasure.
    “Careful,” I murmur roughly into her ear. “Someone might hear us.”
    I was honest when I told her that I didn’t care if the whole world saw us—but I also don’t want to be interrupted. The park was abandoned when we stumbled into this clump of bushes, but I don’t want to take any chances.
    I also don’t want to slow down, or to give her any less pleasure.
    I turn my face and kiss her again, swallowing the intoxicating sounds she’s trying so hard to hold back. Her lips war against mine, and our tongues tangle in her mouth.
    I reach down and hook my hand beneath one of her knees, pulling it toward her chest and allowing me to deepen my thrusts. She responds by biting down hard on my lip as she tries to choke back a moan. Sharp pain shoots through me—delicious, delicious pain—and seconds later, I taste the unmistakable metallic tang of blood.
    Bloody hell, she’s amazing.
    The still-healing wound on my chest is starting to protest, but I don’t care. Pain and pleasure have become one sensation in my body, and together, they’re about to push me over the edge.
    But not before she comes.
    I lift myself slightly so I can reach down between us and find her clit. She must have been closer than I thought, because no sooner does my thumb brush against that sensitive nub than she gasps and stiffens. I lean forward again instantly, my mouth closing over hers to capture the cry of