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waist, taking his boxers with them.
    She had to stop herself from gasping. His erection was long and thick like a steel rod. Holy shit. She wanted all of it inside of her. Heated and hard. She had to feel it.
    She reached forward, taking him in her hand, rubbing the glistening drop from the tip along the skin of his shaft.
    He growled, “Feels good.”
    She smiled as she massaged him. He was so wide and solid. She loved how he felt in her hand. She knew she had to feel him inside her—nothing between them—no protection. She licked her lips. Letting him come would be like letting a flame dance inside her.
    “You have to say it. You have to tell me you want me to claim you,” Striker urged.
    He could do whatever he wanted with her. She was panting, wet, and on fire.
    “I want you.” She looked directly in his eyes, knowing there was no going back.
    Before she could spread her legs for him, he flipped her on her stomach, his body aligning behind hers.
    She began to quiver. She had never been taken from behind. Her hands instinctively went to the headboard.
    “Yes, just like that.” He nudged her knees farther apart. “Oh you’re so ready for me,” he groaned, dipping a finger inside her.
    Her breaths turned raspy as her hips rose higher.
    She felt the tip of his erection between her legs. He toyed with her entrance. “So wet,” he whispered.
    She looked over her shoulder. She wanted to watch as he buried himself inside her.
    He reached forward, grabbing her hair in his fist, and her hips jerked to meet him. She was aching and pulsing. Hurting from the need.
    His tip pushed slightly against her opening. “Tell me, Presley. There’s no going back after this.”
    “Oh, Striker fuck me. Please.” Instead of letting him move at his pace, she jostled backward, sucking him deep inside her.
    “Oh, fuck,” he growled.
    He began to rock and thrust. Presley screamed as she stretched around his wide cock. It hurt and seared fire through her core but as she sank into the rhythm she felt a soothing peace hum through her body.
    “Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Ohh.”
    It was glorious how he filled every part of her. His hands cupped her breasts, kneading her nipples. The harder he pinched, the wetter she got.
    “Like that, Pres.” He kissed her back. “Oh, you’re mine. Fucking mine.” He gripped the side of her hips and his thrusts grew stronger.
    She absorbed the sensations. Each one fueling her hunger for him. He was obliterating all her restraint—all her inhibitions. It was raw and primal as she clawed at the headboard.
    His fingers traveled to her nub and she knew she’d be lost if he touched it.
    “Come now,” he commanded and he flicked over the swollen heat, shattering her last shreds of resistance.
    She felt her body begin to shake as her orgasm began to tear through her. It was like a blinding light taking over every surface of her skin. She couldn’t hear. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t think. All she knew was her body was consumed by this tall dark and handsome stranger and the pleasure was deeper than anything she’d ever felt.
    “Striker,” she screamed his name as he released himself into her. Throbbing against her entrance, pulsing his cock hard and urgently.
    She rocked into him, needing him to fill her. It was as if his body fused to hers as he spilled into her, one breathless thrust at a time.
    He collapsed against her back, pulling her into his arms.
    “You are fucking amazing,” he growled.
    “You aren’t too bad either.” She giggled.
    He nuzzled against her neck. “I’m so glad I finally found you.”
    Presley’s body felt warm and weightless, like there was light floating through her blood. As if she was made up of bits of clouds.
    The fire crackled and popped. If she woke up in the morning and discovered this was all just some kind of dream she realized that would make more sense than the possibility that this was real. That she was lying in a stranger’s arms. That she