Luring Scarlett off to someplace where we could be alone? Fuck, that shit was practically part of my DNA at this point. Pure fucking instinct. But once I had her? That still was a fucking surprise. I wasn't lying when I told her this was a religious experience for me. Taking off her T-shirt was like Christmas morning wrapped up in some kind of sacramental celebration. Seeing her body—smooth, strong, shapely—stretched out below me? Yeah, I planned this, but even I couldn't have imagined how good it would be. When she came under my tongue, fucking angels started singing in my ears, and when she dove for my cock, as eager to have me as I was to have her? Well, let's just say I didn't give a shit about the hurricane that bore down on us. I could fucking die right now and have absolutely no regrets. "I need..." Fuck, there was barely enough blood flow to my brain to be able to complete that sentence. "I need to be inside you now." I had a condom, somewhere; yes, I planned this after all.
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