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The warainst Chloe’s fiery flesh beca with lust she could not control She had not expected to be this aroused from simple ropes on her body But the rew da Saith the ropes forced unknown arousal inside her The way he worked with the bindings, almost an extension of hi able to stay right there with him, she felt her breath come out in heady pants

She didn’t only need hiered for him

Her breath rushed fro it “Ah, but Chloe, ould I take you nohen I can watch you squir?”

Lost in the haze of unadulterated desire, she snapped open her eyes, al at him to hurry up Yet the second her eyes locked onto his, she tumbled into his control The confidence he exuded, the patience he possessed over himself made her hotter She became consumed by the way he stared at her He’d never looked at her like this Not with this intensity Not with the look of a man who planned to devour every inch of her And certainly not like he’d found a treasure in her

In this moment, she understood his fetish The lifestyle didn’t arouse hi a woman itself turned him on Now she knehat he needed her to understand He didn’t need his club He needed her

“I get it,” she blurted out, swirling her hips against the cool table beneath her “I get what you need”

One brow arched “Do you?”

“You want me, just like this Not a club Not with others around us It’s me you want”

His smile, while happy, turned devilish “Yes, Chloe, that’s exactly what I want” So intense flashed across his face in the seconds before he yanked his shirt over his head, exposing his beautiful masculine body He dropped his pants and boxer briefs, his eyes on her the whole tiht up and out, before he leaned over her, placing both hands at her sides on the coffee table

She ached in every place possible as his cock head pushed against her hot folds “Is this what you want, Chloe? My cock deep inside you?”

“Yes,” she breathed “Please”

With a growl that sounded possessive, he entered her in one fluid stroke She gasped at the fullness of him At the perfection of him She could only become lost in passion as Sawyer did what he said he’d do: he fucked her

He didn’t warive soft strokes to ease her into the pleasure No, he de thrusts Every thrust forward sent his pelvis sle sound of euphoria

Her fingers itched to touch hiht her further into his control She didn’t need to think or touch or do anything; she only needed to feel Intensity roared across her Heaviness rushed down into her lower body Flah her veins