“What do you need, Talia? Tell me. Fucking tell me,” he demanded roughly, hips pistoning back and forth. I desperately wanted to touch him, needed to grip the muscle of his ass and feel it clench as he powered into me, and I struggled against the binding at my wrists. “Touch me,” I managed somehow. “Rub my clit.” A growl ripped from his chest, and he swept one hand up to my breasts, squeezing the weight, pinching my nipple, everywhere I hadn’t begged for but somehow he knew I needed. My head rocked side to side and just when I was on the edge of begging for more, Rafe slid his fingers down to
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