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I chuckle. “Why are you hiding from me? I’ve seen it all, and I’ve always liked what I saw.”

She lets out a sigh. Pulling her arms away, I let my gaze crawl down her body, arching my hips, needing to fill her.

“You don’t hide from me anymore. Understand?” My fingers start at her sternum, tracing down to where we meet. “This is all mine, and I find it beautiful.”

I force her higher up.

“What are you doing?” Fear grips her gaze.

“Shut that pretty mouth and come sit on my face.”

Her eyes grow larger. “Uh, why? Are you looking for me to killyouthis time?”

My chuckle fades. “No, I’m hoping to tongue-fuck you until you’re squirting on my face. Been dreaming about it.”

“Oh God.” She squeezes her legs, and my cock throbs for her.

“You want it, don’t you, little rabbit? Want to work that sweet cunt all over my mouth until I can’t fucking breathe without tasting you. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes…”

“Good girl. Now climb up. Then maybe I’ll finally get to fuck you.”

CHAPTER 22

AMARA

His tongue is like an invasion.An invasion I’d gladly sign up for.

Being with him, it takes me back to the one and only night we spent together.

No matter how hard I tried to forget it—forget him—I never could. And now, I’m lost to the feelings he brought out in me that first time.

One palm clasps the headboard, the other gripping his hair as he takes pieces of me I was afraid to give him. But beneath my fear, there’s this dormant desire for the man I’ve wanted to find.

Now here he is, trying to convince me that he’s still the man I remember.

But I know better. Yet I still allow him to do this to me. It feels too good not to. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this. Felt him.

The shame will come. Shame at my weakness and desperation. Right now, though, I’m Emily and he’s Fionn, and together we burn like fire.

Though after the flames die out, that’s when it’ll all come to the surface: who he is and why he truly came.

“Yes,” I cry out, my nails digging into his scalp, fingers working through his thick hair as he growls, his tongue sinking inside me.

I concentrate on how amazing this is and not on the fact that he swears we’ll be married tomorrow.

He must be joking, right? There’s no way.

When he sucks my clit into that warm mouth, a scream dies in my throat, all other noise in my head washing away. With another flick, I fall, eyes rolling back, toes curling in mind-bending pleasure.

Wow. I forgot how good he is. How right this is.

His groaning against my sensitive flesh has me jerking just as he slowly scoots me down to his chest. That smirk and heavy-lidded gaze cause my gut to grow tight.

His tongue slinks out, licking across his lips. “Fucking delicious.”

The way his eyes sink into mine, it makes me feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. My fingers reach out, gently feathering over the deep shadow of his jaw. His eyes fasten, body growing languid, and when I stop, he snaps his fist around my wrist, the veins atop his hand jerking as he does.

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