I eased myself inside Emma. A long, deliberate stroke. She was so ready for me—hot, slick, pulsing with need. As ravenous as I was.

The breathy moans she made as I entered her—Christ, they wrecked me.

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“Emma, baby,” I rasped into her ear. “I am taking my time with you today.”

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She was face down, body arched beautifully beneath me as I moved behind her.

 

Of course, she was being her usual impatient self, trying to make me lose control, to get me to pound her into the mattress.

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And I was refusing.
It was driving her insane.
Which only made me try harder to keep my control.

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She shifted, lifting her ass slightly, forcing me deeper. Deeper than I was prepared for. I shuddered, the angle sending heat up my spine, making my balls sinch up. 

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“Jesus fuck, baby,” I gritted, pressing a hand into her upper back to keep her pinned. down “Do not do that again.”

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She groaned in frustration, voice muffled into the sheets. “Liam, you're torturing me with this slow pace.”

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Her voice was soaked with need. Desperation.

 

“I want you to go feral, because that's when you fuck me how I like... hard, fast and so deep I see stars.”

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God, when she talked like that. When she buried her face into the sheets and gripped them tight like she couldn't decide if she was trying to hold on or escape, it nearly broke me.

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I leaned down and gently pinned her wrists to the mattress above her head, stretching her out long and lean beneath me. My voice was low, rough, barely recognizable even to myself as I pumped into her. Still measured, still slow. 

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“You want me feral, huh?” I bucked my hips into her, hard. I was all the way in and all the way back. I flexed my hips slightly, staying there, stimulating that spot that I knew would drive her insane. 

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“Ah! God, yes. Keep doing that. Please.” She groaned again, trying to buck back into me to get me even deeper. If that was even bloody possible. 

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Apparently, it was. 

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“Argh! Emma, you’re going to make me...” I shuddered as she clenched. "Fuck."

 

She did it again.  

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I growled at her. 

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“Liam,” she whimpered, voice breaking. “Go faster.”

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“I’m going to fuck you proper, even if you fight me over it, Hartgrave.” 

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I moved her wrists, pinned them behind her back using my body to hold them in place as I settled all my weight on top of her. Thrusting into her, pulling all the way out and slamming back in using my hips, slow and controlled. I watched the way her body tried to arch, and when she couldn’t, she started trembling beneath me. 

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Bloody fucking hell. 

 

She was insatiable. She tilted her hips up slightly to meet every plunge, taking me in and releasing on the pull back with a tightness that had my entire body flooding with wave after wave of all-consuming pleasure. She felt so fucking good around me. Her breath turned shallow and sharp as I moved within her. 

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“You’re going to have to be patient, love, whether you like it or not,” I murmured into her ear. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged just enough to make her gasp.

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She was pure fire, untamed, wild. Every time we came together like this, it was like she set my whole body on fire. My whole world, if I was honest. 

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I don’t know how long we kept going, time warped, stretched out.​ Each thrust was slow, deep, deliberate torture.​ Her frustration grew with every passing minute.

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Finally, she bucked her hips harder, demanding more now.

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“You’re killing me, Liam,” she gasped, voice breathy and wrecked.

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“Not yet,” I murmured, voice dark with promise. “Wait, love… just wait.”

 

She groaned, frustrated and breathless, her shaking body squirming beneath me.

 

She wanted to flip, reposition, take control, but I didn’t let her. I kept my weight on her, holding her there. Right where I wanted her.

 

I reached between her and the mattress, my fingers finding her clit, stroking up and down, another slow torturous rhythm that matched my thrusts. Her body shuddered at the sensations.

 

She tried to arch again, pleaded wordlessly, needing more, needing release, but I stayed in control. Her cries grew louder, sharper. Frustration bled into every breath. Every sound.

 

“Liam,” she cried out, her voice cracking under the weight of it all.

 

Her muscles tightened beneath me. She was close. So close.

 

I could feel it. She clenched me with a force that made me see white and then stars. 

 

“Fuck, Emma.” 

 

“Liam.” 

 

She was getting angry now. Desperate. Burning up from the inside. And I relished it.

 

My fingers worked her clit, slow and maddening. Her hips and ass crashing into me, driving me deeper.

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I groaned and plunged forward... harder.

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The sounds she made. raw, wrecked, aching, shredded what little control I was clinging to.

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But still, I held the line. Barely.

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“I can’t take it anymore!” she barked, her voice raw with desperation.

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She bucked up against me, hard, forcing me to shift or I’d be crying out in pain. She freed her hands, and with enough force to demand control, she pushed off the mattress. I let her, gripping her hips as she rose, back arching into me. She settled against my chest.

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“Emma,” I growled, low and rough, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. “You’re so fucking impatient.”

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“Are you accusing me of being a whiny bottom, Liam?” she murmured, breath hot against my jaw. "Maybe, you should smack it then." 

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Her body was searingly hot and flushed against mine. I grabbed a fistful of her hair again, harder this time, and tugged her face down.

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“No,” I said, dark and certain. 

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"Liam," she panted. 

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My hand found her breast, squeezing, teasing her nipple with slow, deliberate circles until she gasped. My other hand stayed between her thighs, still working her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her arousal and mine made her pussy slick and smooth as silk.

 

But I was still controlling the rhythm. Deep, steady strokes meant to drive her out of her mind.

 

“I’m not certain I should give you what you want,"  I breathed into her ear. "Especially when you're being such an insufferable brat about it.”

 

“If you don’t. I’m getting free from your grip and grabbing a pair of cuffs, then chaining you to this bed, and I am going to have my way with you one way or another, Teller.” 

 

I leaned in, lips brushing her neck. My words came out in a whisper. Low and heavy like a promise made in blood. “You’re such a dirty, naughty girl, Emma. Always trying to take control.”

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Her hands flew to my hair, gripping hard, dragging a groan from deep in my chest.

“Only for you,” she gasped. “You and that perfect fucking cock of yours make me so goddamn needy and greedy. I want you so much it hurts.”

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Fuck me. 

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My breath hitched. My cock twitched inside her. I could feel her clenching around me. 

 

“Am I going to have to gag you, Emma?”

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“Yes. God, yes,” she breathed, voice thick with need. “Then, fuck me. Hard. Fast. Until I can’t breathe.”

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“Fuck, Emma,” I rasped, my voice turning to gravel. I pulled out. I had to or I wouldn't last much longer. ​

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Emma groaned at the loss of me inside her. 

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I smirked against her mouth. “Beg me, baby, or I won’t do it.” ​

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“Please,” she cried, breath catching.

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"Please what?" 

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“God, Liam. Please. Fuck me. Hard. Deep. Just take me. However, you want to.”

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God, she unravelled me. If she only knew how completely and utterly she had me. All of me. She could have asked me to do anything in that moment, and I would have. Anything. 

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“Bend over, baby.” 

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She let out a moan, and her hands dropped to the mattress. Her body bowed forward, ass pushed back in surrender, thighs wide. She was bare, wild, ready—and it nearly broke me. The sight of her like that. I gripped her hip tight with one hand and brought my other hand down on her ass. Hard. The sharp sound cracked through the room. She groaned, loud and raw.

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And I drove into her... hard, deep, deliberate. 

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“Fuck, yes, Liam.” 

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My hands clutched her hips like a lifeline as I gave her everything. No restraint. No filter. Just want. 

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The sound of us filled the room. Her cries, my groans, the slap of skin on skin. It was a symphony of chaos and need. Greedy and unrelenting. 

 

I savoured every inch, every noise, every clench of her body. She met every stroke, desperate for more. Her moans came sharp and unrestrained, her body quaking as I picked up the pace, slamming into her harder, faster, sloppy and feral. 

 

She was fucking perfect like this. The way she took me. All of me. Begging for it. Working her pussy and body to collapse. She knew exactly what she needed, and she knew exactly how to make me give it to her. 

 

Every thrust felt like a claim. A promise. A declaration. Hers. Mine. 

 

You are mine. Over and over. Only fucking mine. 

 

It was chaos and madness. Beautiful, aching, fucking madness. 

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She clenched harder, cried out, her body responding to every thrust. Her muscles were tightening like a drawn bowstring. She was ready. I heard it in her cries. The way she tightened, like a clamp, she was on the edge, ready to snap, ready to bring me with her. 

 

“Come for me, baby,” I growled, my voice breaking. “Show me how badly you wanted this.”

 

I moved faster, coming down on her with more force. Pushing her chest to the mattress. I kept that pace until she went still, and then with a cry, shattered beneath me.

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It was raw, unrestrained, and bloody perfect. Her cries echoed through the room like they belonged to something ancient and holy. She fell apart on me, gave me everything I needed, so I could chase it down. Hard, fast. Using her climax to get to my own. 

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It slammed into me like a wave, ripping through every muscle, every nerve, leaving me breathless. I buried myself deeper and deeper, as I held her ass in my hands. I groaned her name and spilled into her, body trembling with the force of it.

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And I stayed there, hovering above her, my breath ragged, heart still racing. Her body trembled beneath me, her head resting on the mattress, hair wild and damp against her flushed, beautiful face.

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She turned, just enough to glance at me over her shoulder, a lazy, satisfied smile on her lips. That look almost took me out... again.

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“Fuck, Liam,” she muttered. "That was so good. So, so good."

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“Hartgrave,” I whispered, still panting, letting my body drape over her back, my hands resting on the curve of her waist. “You’re going to fucking kill me one of these days.”

 

She let out a low, throaty laugh. “You’ll kill me first, I'm sure.” 

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“Never,” I chuckled. “You have to let me go first. We’ve already established I crash and burn without you.” 

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“Either way, hell of a way to go, Teller.”