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“Walker, please,” Talia relinquished her control, writhing under his touch.

“That’s it. Ask again. But this time, convince me.” His tongue came out to play, dipping into her navel, and she jolted, her body tensing up and screaming for release.

“Walker, if you don't soon, I’m going to die,” Talia yelped. It was dramatic, but it felt like a based reaction to his torture.

“Good girl. Remember who you belong to when I make you lose yourself again.” Walker looked up from his spot, hovering just above her entrance, and reached an arm out to grab one of the pillows against his headboard. “Lift your hips.” Talia did as told, and he set the pillow underneath her. It made everything just that much more comfortable when he lifted her legs to drape them over his shoulders. “I’ve been dreaming of this for months, and I mean to make it good.” And he wasted no time, diving forward with a rough swipe of his tongue.

Walker didn’t hold back.

Talia could have sworn she blacked out for a few seconds when his tongue finally met her swollen clit. The circular motions he was using were already set to make her lose herself within a minute. His stubble scraped and pricked against her thighs, the friction of it painfully erotic. She couldn’t remember ever rising to her breaking point so quickly before, but then again, at that particular moment, she could barely remember her own name. Only his. Only Walker. It was the only word she could say other than expletives, but it didn’t matter, because he liked it.

Walker’s eyes locked on her as he worked, her body arching into his mouth. It took her a second to remember what he had requested before she moved her hands to her chest. She slid one up and down her stomach as he lapped at her faster. His hands gripped her hips. Hard. She liked the reaction she got from him when she groped her own breasts. He groaned, his mouth vibrating against her as one of his fingers found her center, pushing in and stroking at the same pace as his tongue.

Oh my fucking God. Yes. The thought was voiced with a loud moan and a buck of her hips.

It wasn’t just his fingers or his tongue that brought her so close to release. She enjoyed touching herself, too. Feeling the way her body moved in response to his touch, the empowerment of it—it sent her recklessly close to soaring over the edge.

“More,” Talia begged. Walker shoved another finger inside her, spreading her wider just for her walls to tighten with the rise of her release. It was exactly what she needed to succumb to the growing heat pooling in her lower abdomen. She moaned his name like a prayer as he worked her down from the high.

The rest of the words she said were unintelligible—a mixture of cursing, praise, and gasping. Every muscle in her body tightened furiously, her body shaking for so long she thought she might combust or implode from the almost painful levels of pleasure.

Finally, when the last of her climax left her limp and lifeless, Walker’s head emerged from between her legs with a smug expression that she normally would have chastised him for. This time, however, he deserved to boast a little, considering he had rendered her speechless.

Her body felt useless and weak, but she knew she needed to summon the strength to keep going. This was not over.

Chapter 38

Walker

There was nothing quite like watching and feeling Talia’s body collapse in on itself. The dazed expression on her face told Walker all he needed to know. Faking an orgasm of that magnitude would have required some serious acting skills. If Talia had that kind of talent, what was she doing in his bed when she could be sleeping with the likes of Chris Evans? But she was in his bed. Finally laying on top of his comforter, her breasts heaving as her lungs fought to catch air, a sight Walker wanted imprinted on his brain forever.

The feeling deep in Walker’s chest was nothing short of pure joy. And the best part was, when he waited for the guilt or sorrow to overtake his happiness, it never came.

Walker moved toward the head of the bed, where Talia rolled onto her side, propping her head up on her palm to look at him. She looked so peaceful, her eyes glossed over with a mirth that had him grinning even wider. On the other hand, he was still so far into his arousal that if she wanted to take the next step, it would be comically short.

“You look so damn hot right now,” Walker said. The words didn’t even feel sufficient to describe Talia in her afterglow. There needed to be a new word for the sated look in her eyes as she traced her fingertips in circles along his chest, toying with the smattering of hair there.

“That was—wow.” Talia let out a happy sigh.

“Wow,” Walker parroted, leaning over Talia to smooth her hair out of her face. He held her jaw to kiss her again. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to taste you. I'd be happy just to stay between your legs for the rest of my life." He nipped playfully at her lower lip and stroked her cheek with his thumb.

She was a siren that could easily lure him to his death, and he would thank her for it. He was under her spell. Talia’s kissing grew more persistent, and with the first roll of her chest, he was already lost at sea, unable to break away even if he wanted to. And he did not want to.

“Walker.” Talia tipped her hips toward him, her pelvis pistoning against his erection. “I want all of you.”

“Oh, you’ll have me.” Walker snapped his eyes shut and groaned, meeting each of her thrusts with his own. His mind was too heated with illicit thoughts to come up with a coherent sentence, but he did his best. “Should we—condoms?”

“We don’t need it.” Talia froze, her body going stiff underneath him. She shook her head sadly, and Walker bent to capture her lips again. Anything to take away her pain. His mouth was slow and purposeful, more caresses than kisses. Talia ran her fingertips up and down his arms. They moved in quiet unison as if being as intimate as possible could heal both of their hurt.

“You’re going to be a mom someday,” Walker whispered. He leaned back on his knees to meet Talia’s eyes more directly. “You’ll be the best one out there. For now, all this means is that we get to feel all of each other, okay? And I really want to feel all of you.”

Talia smiled genuinely, something Walker would never get tired of, and silently wrapped her fingers around his pulsing base to tug him on top of her again. Once his skin was flush up against hers, he could feel her heartbeat hammering in her breasts. He supposed it could also have been his own heart, trying to rip free from his chest to join Talia’s, but either way, the intense need to be with her had his body wound so tight that he was fastly losing control.

“I don’t think this will last long,” Walker apologized, sliding one hand under her to palm her ass. "I haven't slept with anyone since before meeting you. And then, after I met you, there was no chance I'd be anyone’s but yours."

Talia bucked her hips into his again. “I don’t care how long it lasts as long as you’re inside me soon.”

A low, animalistic growl ripped from Walker’s throat. "I fucking adore you, Tal. But I'm going to let you know right now that I'm not going to treat you like you’re fragile. I’ve wanted you for too long for this to be gentle."

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