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My hand on his shoulder moved up to his neck and face, and then in his hair where I grabbed hold. I rolled my hips, and he moved with me.

I would have lifted my head back, but I wanted to watch him. Watch Emery kneeling before me, worshiping me with his tongue yet again.

He went excruciatingly slow this time, pulling the heat yet again from me. My legs started to tremble, and I feared I’d collapse.

“Please, Emery, faster,” I pleaded, rolling my hips again.

His hand slid up my thighs to grip my ass. His tongue swirled around me, and I bucked my hips.

“As you wish, baby.”

He did go faster and I rolled my hips into him again. Goosebumps trailed along my skin as I watched him and felt the heat coiling tighter and tighter as he devoured me.

Little cries escaped my mouth until I felt the orgasm ripple through me, making me shudder, my knees buckling.

Emery kept me up as he continued his assault until I was crying out his name. Eventually, I couldn’t take any more and I pulled his head back.

I gazed at him breathless as our eyes met. He licked his lips before standing. He drew me in, wrapping an arm around me, and crushed his lips to mine, biting down on my bottom lip, making me taste my slick heat and blood mingled together.

When we parted, I pulled his head down to my shoulder. “My turn,” I whispered in his ear.

He didn’t hesitate, guiding me carefully back into the water. His eyes burned into mine as he unzipped his pants, shoving them down just enough for his cock to slip free. I shifted onto my knees, tilting my head up, ready to take him.

But before he let me, he pulled the cloth from the water and wiped away my blood. Only then did he guide my mouth to his cock, his hand fisting my hair to hold me in place.

I kissed along him, pressing the head of his cock between my lips and sucking, hearing him hiss and then curse. I drew him into my mouth deeper until he couldn’t go any further.

“Look at me,” he demanded as he thrusted in my mouth. I did as he ordered, watching him through my lashes as he took control. He shifted his hold. Eyes on me still, he pumped into me, thrusting his hips back. I slid my tongue along him and he groaned. “Open your mouth and take me,” he said. Again, I did as he wanted. Tongue out, I opened wide as he fisted his cock and pumped fast.

His face was cast in shadow, his eyes glowing in the dark. The way his face looked almost distorted made me shiver.

I thought I heard him laugh low. Or had that only been in my head?

“Such a good…good girl.”

He continued to pump in me without restraint.

My heart flipped in my chest, but I didn’t dare try to pull away as he kept me firmly in place.

As his cock throbbed in my mouth, it was my turn to taste him, some of him dripping down my jaw to my neck.

“Fuck…fuck, Evee,” he growled.

He slid out of my mouth, and I licked my lips, my pulse in my ears.

“God, I can’t get enough of you.” He was still gripping my hair, tilting my head back so I was forced to look at him. Then he pulled me back out of the water to stand before him. He let go of my hair to take hold of my face. “I love you, Evee. More than anything.” He pressed my forehead to his. “I’m yours.”

My eyes fluttered shut to those words, as I heard another whisper in my head.

Confess.

I drew my hand up, letting my fingers caress the side of his face, feeling the scars. Feeling him. “Yours.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

EMERY

If there was a heaven, this was all I wanted.

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