“You know what I need to hear, Tessa,” he said, his hand coming to her hip, holding her in place when he did it again. “I won’t say it,” she gritted out, her fists clenched in the bedding. “So either fuck me, or let me do it myself.” Theon clicked his tongue. “We both know that won’t leave you even close to satisfied. The bond requires more. We require more.” “I don’t care what—” But her words dissolved in a cursing moan as he sank into her to the hilt without warning. Fuck, it never got old. The heat. The rightness. Her writhing beneath him, already wanting more. Her hands were at his
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