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“N-no?” I was trying to pay attention to his words, but it was hard when his hand was so close to where I needed it.

“Good girl.” I whimpered as he moved up instead of down where I was begging for him. He trailed a single fingertip over the raised scar that lined my cleavage. “Want to know what I see?”

“Yes.” I gasped as his palm pressed into my aching nipple. They were both hard points, craving his attention. My pussy throbbed for his touch. My entire body hummed with need for him.

“I see someone so fucking strong. So fucking gorgeous.” His breath hit my neck as he yanked me back. The warmth of his body added to my own, making me overheat. “Someone who only deserves to be touched gently. Treated with kindness because she has the most beautiful soul.”

“Vander,” I whined, but he didn’t give me time to say anything. One second, he was behind me, and the next, he was kneeling in front.

I swayed from the quick movement, my hands catching on his shoulders before I fell. I shivered as his lips brushed along my stomach. A whimper worked its way up my throat as he ran his tongue along the scars on my body.

He licked and kissed each one. Across my stomach, up my sides, down my thighs. By the time his hands were cupping my ass and his lips were on my legs, I was already losing it. Rocking my hips into his face.

“Tell me what you want, Sunflower.” He licked the seam between my thighs and pussy.

“Touch me.” I curled my nails into his shoulder.

When his mouth was on me, when his fingers dug into my flesh, and I felt his breath on my skin, I didn’t care that I was naked. All I cared about was the pleasure he could give me.

I saw his smirk through half-hooded eyes before he nipped at me. “Let me hear that dirty mouth.”

I grumbled in protest, but it turned into a gasp of surprise as he grasped my leg. He yanked it over his shoulder, sending me forward. My palm smacked the mirror as I tried to hold myself up on one leg.

My body shook, not from weakness, but because my pussy was right in his face. Centimeters from his lips. I needed it. Him.

“Put your mouth on my pussy.” I fisted his hair with one hand and rocked my hips forward. “Make me come.”

“That’s my girl.” He growled, and then he was devouring me.

I moaned as his tongue swept through my center, licking every drop of arousal his touch caused. The breath caught in my lungs as he circled my clit. He sent me so high, so fast, my head was spinning.

My hips rolled, trying to take everything he could give me. My limbs shook as he plunged inside my pussy. The edges of my orgasm started low and warm as he ate me. He licked and sucked like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

My eyes drifted shut as pleasure swept through me. My fingers tightened in his thick hair. The mirror fogged from my sweaty palm. But just as I felt the tightening of my limbs, he stopped.

My lids flew open, my gaze landing on him. He kissed my pussy as I stared, keeping eye contact. “Watch yourself.” His tongue traced my clit. “Close your eyes, and I stop.”

My chest tightened as I shifted my attention to the mirror. I didn’t look like myself. My skin was flushed. My lips wet and parted. I had a leg thrown over his shoulder. His hair curled around my fingers as I held him near.

What I didn’t see were the scars. I didn’t see myself as the broken person who’d allowed it to happen.

Instead, I saw what he did. Someone strong. Someone who lived. Someone sexy.

Because I couldn’t deny how fucking hot it was to see his dark hair between my pale thighs. To see his tattoos rippling over his muscles. Hear his groans. Feel him attack me. It was obvious how much he enjoyed it. Me. My body.

“Vander.” I gasped as he sucked my clit between his lips.

“Fuck. I love it when you say my name. Scream it when you come.”

His rough words were almost enough to send me over the edge. Then he gripped my ass tighter, shoving his face into my pussy. It wasn’t just the way he licked and kissed my flesh. It was how much he wanted to. How crazy I made him.

Having that power over such a ruthless man sent me free-falling. “Vander!”

I moaned his name as I came, but it wasn’t an explosion. It was slow and warm, starting at my toes and fingertips and spreading through me. It was comforting, like his touch. Loving like his words.

Perfect. Everything I needed. Just like him.

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