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The world outside seemed to fade away, and it was just us.

Connor’s stare was steady. He had this raw power that made me long to know what he was thinking, how he felt.

He made me feel seen in a way that no one had ever made me feel before.

Like I mattered, like everything I was—every flaw, every strength—was like ambrosia to him.

And it wasn’t just the look. It was the quiet power behind it.

Connor Callahan was a dangerous man.

The way he made me feel, both vulnerable and safe at the same time, was something I never had.

I shouldn’t build him up that way. I knew better. But I couldn’t seem to help myself.

Connor Callahan was the answer to every unspoken longing I ever had.

This right here was the fulfillment of all the dreams I never thought I would experience.

But I am.

With him.

Right now.

I just had to trust him enough to let go.

“Stop thinking so hard, Darlin’. Just hold on to me.”

Chapter 13-Clementine

I closed my eyes, but his growl had them opening once more.

“When you're with me, I want your eyes, your mind, every fucking bit of you tuned in, here with me, understand?”

“I understand,” I said, watching like a hawk as his lips twitched.

“You understand what?”

“I understand, Daddy,” I whispered, feeling naughty and delicious.

I bit my lip. Connor growled.

“Good girl. Now come on Daddy’s tongue so I can fuck you proper.”

Oh shit.

Connor used his shoulders to spread me wider, holding my pussy open with his hands, then he shoved that big, long tongue of his inside my channel and pressed his thumb against my needy clit. And I swear, I saw stars.

“That’s it. Such a good girl, my darlin’ Clementine, coming for me like that. Now, are you ready for my cock?”

“Yes, yes, Daddy, I’m ready,” I told him, because I was.

I really was.

“Move back,” he said, giving my sex a gentle love tap that sent tendrils of awareness spiraling up my spine.

“So fucking pretty.”

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