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‘Oh, you enjoyed me,’ I growl with voracious delight.

Her eyes glaze. ‘Yes.’

Sex usually brings me emotional oblivion. But this isn’t oblivion. I’mherewith her—more present than I’ve ever been in my life. I want to see her. Taste her. Please her to the point where she can’t speak any more. Where she can’t deny me anything.

‘My turn,’ I rumble.

She yelps as I lift her onto the counter. And then she laughs. She lets me have her body. In this realm she grants me permission for everything.

And I take it.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Talia

HESLIDESHISpalm up to hold me by the side of my neck, tilting my head back so my mouth is in place to meet his.

‘You realise it’s my turn to be in charge.’ His eyes glitter.

He’s hoarse and he’s flushed and his muscles jump beneath my fingertips. He pulls my hands off him and presses them to my breasts.

‘Play with yourself while I feast.’

My jaw drops. He grunts a laugh and kisses me. His hands cover mine, pushing my fingers to pinch my tight nipples. I’m already hot from having him at my mercy only minutes ago. From feeling him pump into my mouth. But now I’m his plaything and I obey.

‘Good girl.’

I gasp as that edge of arousal sharpens.

He tugs my bikini bottoms. I quickly wriggle to help him. I’m so eager I ought to be embarrassed but he just praises me again and I liquefy on the counter before him. He drags his hot open mouth down my body—from plundering my mouth, to suck my neck and down my sternum—a direct line down my centre until he hits that sensitive part of me. He’s not merciful. He’s avaricious. He wants all of me—my absolute surrender. He laughs as I writhe, desperate for the release he withholds from me. His fingers flicker and invade, filling the aching void inside me while his tongue teases—rewarding me.

The convulsions overwhelm me almost instantly—wave after wave of an exquisitely intense orgasm that goes on for a mind-blowingly long time. I try to slow my breath. It doesn’t work.

‘You don’t think you’re done, do you?’ He teases a finger up the inside of my thigh.

My mouth feels tender but I manage to smile at him. He sweeps my mussed-up hair from my face and smiles back. He’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

He’s hard again and just like that I’m ready again too. He pulls me so I’m on the edge of the counter and presses close. I cry out with guttural completion as he fills me. His powerful thrusts almost shunt me away from him. He grunts and tightens his arm around my waist to hold me closer and closer as he rams more deeply inside me. I curl my legs around his hips to help—to lock him to me. It’s hot and fast and we’re both slick so we clutch each other even harder and it’s like nothing ever. I’m barely on the counter, he’s taking almost all my weight and its so,sogood that in the end all I can do is scream in supreme satisfaction.

It takes an age for me to blink my way back to reality. I turn my head to rest it on his sweat-slicked shoulder and that’s when I see the tripod. And the little red light. Flashing.

‘Oh!’ I gasp. ‘Oh,no!’

‘What’s wrong?’ He eases away enough to look into my face.

I push him further so there’s enough space that I can slip down from the counter. ‘I’m still filming,’ I mutter.

‘What?’ His eyes widen. ‘You’re what?’

‘The cameras. They’re on.’

He freezes. ‘Notlive streaming?’

Panic washes over me as I double-check. ‘No.’ Relief is instant. ‘No.’ I stop the recording and release a shaky breath. ‘Just recording.’

But that’s bad enough. I flush from the top of my scalp to the tips of my toes. The things these cameras have just seen? Dain will be horrified.

But his mouth twitches as he watches me press my hands to my hot forehead. ‘Have we inadvertently made our own movie?’ He cocks his head. ‘You should see your face right now...’

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