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thinking of her. Coming with her name on his lips.
    Damn .
    Her sex clenched at the thought, and she kissed him so he’d stop looking at her. So he wouldn’t see how crazed the idea made her. But he pulled back, grinning.
    “You like that, don’t you?” Owen asked, not at all fooled. “The idea of me thinking of you. You want to know what I imagined? Your lips, stretched around my cock. Your pussy, hot and wet and waiting for me. Licking your pussy while you beg me to take you. I’ve got a million fantasies surrounding you, Daniella. Taking you every way possible.” His lips brushed her ear, sending a tingle down her neck. “I intend to explore every one of those fantasies. And more.”
    The heat pulsed through her, mixing with her own desire, and she writhed against his hard, immoveable frame as his tongue plunged into her mouth.
    He kissed and licked his way down the curve of her neck, and she slid her hands down his muscled back. Everywhere he touched, it felt like electricity flowed from him into her. Sparking and shooting pulses straight to her core.
    “Need you, Owen.” She gritted her teeth against the sensation. She felt empty. Swollen. Like she might burst if he wasn’t inside of her right this instant.
    But Owen wouldn’t be hurried. He pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.
    As the pain mixed with pleasure almost pushed her over the edge, she cried out and gripped his hair He growled and licked her other nipple. It was almost too much, everywhere but where she needed him most. She writhed beneath him, trying to ease the unbearable pressure building in her core. But he refused to touch her between her legs; instead, he took his time with her, as if they had all the time in the world.
    His rough hands and soft mouth slid down the curvature of her neck, over her breasts, and across her abdomen. He kissed her mouth softly, tasting her, before returning to his barrage on the rest of her body.
    Tears pricked her eyes, the need building to such a degree that her mind wasn’t sure if it was pleasure or pain.
    “Owen,” she managed, her voice carrying all the desperation she felt.
    “What do you need, kitten?”
    Their gazes locked. He wasn’t as unaffected as his onslaught had suggested. His irises appeared almost inhuman, and his expression was animalistic, despite his very human appearance.
    “Need you. Please.”
    His hand went between them and her hips surged up, trying to meet it. But he was prepared for her response, and he pulled his hand back.
    “None of that,” he said, and the authority in his voice stilled her.
    “Good,” he murmured, never moving his gaze from hers. Very softly, his hand slid against her, grazing her clit softly. She moaned, almost beyond thought. And when the thick digit slid inside her, she bucked against him.
    “What do you want, beautiful?”
    She writhed and moaned, unable to form words.
    His hand moved from where he’d teased her to grab her hair and tug. The small bit of pain sent a shot of need straight to her sex, but also brought her a bit of focus.
    “Say it,” he said.
    What did he want her to say? She struggled to think.
    “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
    Part of her rebelled against the command in his tone, but her body shivered in need, and the authority in his voice only made the need worse.
    “Please,” she managed.
    “Please what?” His voice offered none of the softness his gentle assault had just shown her body.
    “Fuck me.”
    He growled, and the next thing she knew, he’d flipped her around, onto her hands and knees. Her robe was gone. She looked over her shoulder, and saw him shimmy out of his boxer briefs. The material was wet—from her excitement or his, she wasn’t sure. His cock bobbed between his legs, hard and thick and long enough to make her knees shake.
    He closed the short distance between them, his face a mask of concentration and lust. He slid a hand down her back and then gripped her hip, holding her still.