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closed my lips around her right nipple and suckled its hard form deep into my mouth.
    “Oh yeah,” she whispered, burying her fingers in my hair.
    I sucked harder on her nipple, raising one hand to knead the heavy swell of her breast as I pawed at her ass.
    She rolled her hips, grinding her sweet, hot pussy against my trapped dick.
    For a moment, I thought I was about to pass out from pleasure—the punishing pressure of her sex on my erection detonated wave after wave of concentrated rapture through me—and then she tightened her fist in my hair to painful levels and yanked her breast free of my mouth.
    I stared up at her, breath choppy, body on fire with a lust I’d never extinguish.
    She lowered her face down to mine. “If you even think about bailing on me for my own safety, Lucas fucking Pratt, I will hunt you down and fuck you until you can’t move. And then do it over and over again. Do you understand?”
    I nodded and groaned as she caught my bottom lip with her teeth.
    With a growl, I grabbed her hips and shoved myself to my feet, taking her with me.
    She wrapped her legs around me, her hands in my hair, her ankles locked behind my back.
    I made my way to the stairs. I could tell Ronnie was hot for wild, raw fucking, but I wanted to give her more.
    I needed to give her more.
    I fucking cherished her, loved her more than I think she could ever comprehend. And, yes, I was thinking she’d be better off without me. I was thinking I’d fucked up her life.
    I was thinking those things…
    But I was also thinking how she tamed the anger in me, how she made me feel human. I was also thinking how I couldn’t fucking function without her…
    And most of all, at that very moment, I was thinking how much I wanted to worship her.
    “Hold on,” I murmured, tightening my arms around her waist.
    I climbed the stairs to the living room.
    I didn’t stop.
    Without slowing my pace or adjusting her weight in my arms, I carried her up to our bedroom.
    There is a time for animalistic sex on the coffee table, a time for carnal fucking on the sofa, and then there is a time for reverence and tender passion.
    A time and a place.
    That time was now. The place was my bed. Our bed.
    I lowered her onto the mattress, butt first, and kissed her as I pressed her flat to her back. She moaned into the kiss, dragging her heel over my lower back before hooking her leg around mine.
    I took my time exploring her lips, nipping at them occasionally, gently nuzzling them after doing so.
    She sighed and moaned, soft hitching noises of pleasure. My cock pulsed at each sound.
    As before, I hungered to bury myself in her sweet pussy, but would deny that need until I made her come first.
    Smoothing one hand up the length of her side, I teased the curve of her breast with my thumb.
    She arched beneath me, her lips on mine demanding more.
    I moved my palm back to her hip and lower, cupped her ass for a giddy second as I moved my mouth to her throat.
    “Lucas…” Her moan flooded my groin with hot lust.
    I moved my other hand to hers, threading our fingers together as I nipped and sucked on the sensitive spot below her ear.
    “Oh yeah.” She pushed her hips up to mine. “I like that.”
    I tormented the side of her neck with my teeth and tongue, holding her hand in mine, our groins pressed together, separated only by our clothes.
    I would rid Ronnie of the sweatpants she wore soon. But first…
    Lifting my head, I gazed down into her pleasure-fogged eyes. “You are not allowed to move, Ronnie. I am going make you come by sucking on your amazing tits and you are not allowed to move or touch me while I’m doing so. Understand?”
    Contrary disobedience flashed over her face for a split second and then she nodded.
    My dick throbbed.
    I shifted my weight, rested on my elbows, my lower body nestled between her parted thighs. “Put your hands above your head, babe.”
    She did as I instructed, her breath quickening.
    “Don’t move them from