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She finally gives in and comes beautifully, her tight channel fluttering and clenching around my fingers as she cries out in pleasure.

I continue sucking her clit and fucking her with my fingers until she’s ridden it out. When she grows oversensitive, I release her clit and withdraw my fingers, while keeping my mouth against her pussy so she can keep bucking against me if she needs to.

She does.

Like a good fucking girl.

Four subtle thrusts against my mouth and chin, then her entire body softens and sags deep into my mattress. The hold she has on my hair finally loosens. Before she lets the strands of my hair go, she rubs my head in soothing circles.

So fucking sweet. That’s why she’s my sugar bear.

“You did so good, sweetness.”

After I rise and discard my pants onto the floor, I crawl up her body slowly, enjoying every blissful moment of her post-climax haze as much as she is.

By the time my face is over hers, one thought screams through my mind at decibels so loud it’d cause pain if it were outside my head.

She’s not supposed to be mine. Yet after tonight, there isn’t a force on earth strong enough to take her away from me. I’m never letting her go. Never.

Violet Anastasia Holt is mine.

Chapter 32

Lesson time

LETTIE

How did I ever, for one second, think this man was devoid of strong emotions?

James’s eyes hold more passion than I’ve ever known. Especially as he stares down at me, silent and stoic as always but abounding with desire and something else. Reverence maybe? Adoration?

I’ve never seen a look like that before — not on TV, in the movies, or in real life. For damn sure, no one has ever gazed at me the way he is now.

Intense and carnal, the fire in his blue-green irises burns a hole deep into my soul. The mark he’s made there will never be healed, nor will it be covered, mended, or patched.

It’s not painful. Not like a wound or a scar.

It’s a branding.

Almost as if he’s laid claim to a part of me.

And once he enters my body, I suppose he will have done just that.

When the earnestness of our connection becomes too powerful to keep my eyes open, I tilt my head, close my eyes, and offer him my lips.

When he claims my mouth, the taste lingering on his lips surprises me.

Is that what I taste like? I wouldn’t know since I’ve never put my fingers inside myself, and if I had been so brazen, I’d certainly never have tasted or even smelled it. That would have been a first-class ticket to Hell.

My initial reaction to the unexpected flavor, in true Lettie fashion, is involuntary, and I pull back from the kiss with a yank of my head.

James gruffly denies my retreat, snaking his hand between us to squeeze my jaw. “No chance, sweetness.”

His tone could melt the arctic, leaving the dwindling penguin population without a home faster than global warming ever will.

Gah. That makes the forty-seventh random Lettie thought since I’ve been in his bed.The only time my brain shut off was when he was ordering me around. Maybe he’ll do that some more so I can get lost in the heavenly way he makes me feel.

As if I just asked him to boss me around out loud, he demands, “Taste yourself on my lips. Enjoy it the way that I do.”

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