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"You have to promise me something," she murmurs, and I nod.

"Anything."

"That you’re not— you're not going to use this as a way to control me."

She’s right to ask. After everything I’ve done, God knows she’s right to ask. Honestly, there’s a part of me that wants to use this place as a way to get back into her good books. I could have duplicated the keys, used them to come in and out whenever I wanted, rigged up CCTV, put guards at the door, anything it took to make sure she didn’t slip through my fingers.

But I didn’t. I didn’t do any of it. Because I want her to have her freedom. And, in that freedom, if she chooses me, then that meant she truly wanted me.

And that’s what I crave above all else, to be truly, completely, honestly desired by her.

"I’m not," I reply. "If you want to take this place and walk away from me, then you can do it. I understand that now, that you can’t handle me getting all up in your face. You don’t want someone to call all the shots for you. I might not like it, but..." I trail off. "I can handle it."

Her eyes scan mine, searching for some kind of doubt, searching for something that will give away the fact that I’m lying. But she’s not going to find it. She won’t. I want her to be happy, and if that includes me, then I’ll take it.

"God, Blake." She sighs as she lifts a hand to my face. "I... I’ve missed you."

I lean my head into her palm. "I’ve missed you, too, Sophia. So much. So fucking much."

I turn my head and plant a kiss against her palm. I can feel it, that warmth that’s spreading between us now.

"Thank you for this," she murmurs, gesturing around. "It’s beautiful, it really is. I never thought I would be able to call a place like this home, but I..."

"But what?" I prompt her as she trails off.

She bites her lip. "It’s more than just this place. It’s... it’s you, Blake. You’re what I consider my home now. When I look at you, I see someone I want to be with. No matter how dangerous it is. The way you protected me when... back at the restaurant. Nobody has ever done anything like that for me before."

"I would never let anything happen to you," I fire back hotly, the anger rising up in me again. But, when she caresses her fingers along my face, she douses it, that fire, the way only she can.

"I know you wouldn’t," she replies. "That’s never something that I thought, not even for a second. I just... I needed to know that you could let me be my own person, live my own life without getting yourself involved in every detail of it."

"Some part of me thought that you wouldn’t want me, if you had the choice," I admit, the words spilling from my lips before I can stop them, catching even me off guard.

Her face softens into a broad smile. "Of course I want you," she replies. And, before I can say another word, she leans up and plants a kiss against my lips.

She sinks into me, holding me close, and I kiss her back, a long, slow kiss. Her fingertips graze across my cheek and down to my neck. She rests her fingers over the pulse of my heart for a moment, like she’s checking how hard it’s beating for her.

But it’s more than just my heart that’s beating for her. I scoop her from the ground and carry her toward the stairs, planting her down on one a few higher up than mine. And, as I sink down to my knees before her, a grin spreads over her face.

"You want me to show you how much I’ve missed you?" I breathe, and she nods. And, with that, I reach for her jeans and slowly begin to tug down the zip.

Chapter Twenty-Five—Sophia

My chest rises and falls fast as I watch him pull my jeans off, right there, on the staircase of my new place. My new place—I'm still trying to wrap my head around it, the enormity of the gesture he has just made for me. It’s bigger than anything I could have imagined from him, but at the same time, he would never have settled for anything less than enormous.

He grazes his lips up the inside of my thigh, and I can’t help but let out a long groan. He wants to please me, that much is obvious, not just physically, but in any way I’ll let him. His eyes lock on to mine as he reaches the crease of my thigh, his tongue teasing along the fold, and I gasp as he hooks my panties to the side.

He leans back for a moment, admiring me, before he presses his mouth against my pussy for the first time.

My back arches away from the dark wood below me, my body bucking at his touch. He swirls his tongue around my clit slowly, working his mouth across my most sensitive spot, and I inhale a deep, helpless breath of pleasure. His hands slide around my hips, and he grips tight, pulling me close to him so he can make out with my pussy.

I flick my eyes open for a second, taking in the sight of him like that. I can’t believe how good he looks. Those dark eyes gaze back up at me like he wants to take a bite out of me. He grazes his teeth just barely against my lips, and I gasp, the threat of more hanging over me.

I close my eyes and slump back onto the steps, one hand still interlaced in his hair, my hips grinding up against his face. My breath is tearing out of my lungs, each and every one bringing me closer and closer to my release.

I feel him moan against my pussy, and the vibrations are all that it takes to push me up and over the edge, into the release I’ve been craving so badly. I cry out, the sound filling the space around us, my orgasm so intense, so shattering, it slows everything down around me for a moment. My thighs clamp around his head as I push into his mouth, his tongue still circling my clit passionately.

When I’m done, he pulls back, his lips glistening with the remnants of my wetness all over him. I lean forward to kiss him without thinking. I can taste the musk of his mouth, a reminder of where he’s just been.

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