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“Mmm,” she moaned around my length. I pried my eyes open, and our gaze connected. Those blue eyes of hers drew me in, and I felt like my heart was about to explode. She was beautiful inside and out, and she was all mine. My hand moved down to her ass, and I gripped it tightly, making herlips part as she took me deeper. She gagged but didn’t stop her ministrations.

I couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Baby, I’m going to come. Fuck, babe, I’m going to—" I tried to warn her, but she took my words as encouragement.

She sucked and drew me in deeper. Her saliva coated my length, and I came hard. So fucking hard, I felt my soul leave my body and drop right back down. Her name was chanted heavily until I didn’t have breath left. I watched as she swallowed me, felt her take every drop I had to give, and like my very own greedy girl, her eyes sparkled with pride. The fucking cherry on the sundae of life was the way she licked her lips before dropping down to clean off my length.

There was no way that was real life.

I couldn’t believe it.

My beautiful, sweet girl was licking me clean. I couldn’t even remember my own name in that moment. When she was done, she kissed her way up my stomach, up my chest before kneeling beside me. Her beautiful azure gaze never wavered from mine. I didn’t hesitate to draw her back to kiss me. Deep and wet. Not giving a shit of the fact I could taste myself on her. Fuck, if anything, I enjoyed knowing she tasted like me. That she had me inside her body.

It was only a matter of time until I would get my come deep inside her and start to try and breed her.

CHAPTER 12

MATTIE

“Morning.”Dylan’s deep voice vibrated against my shoulder, and I turned to face him.

My eyes were still heavy with sleep, but just the sight of him, the feel of his body flushed up against mine, made the new day so much better. This close, there was no missing the small freckles on his face or the way his gaze seemed more green than blue this morning. There was a softness in his eyes that seemed to compete with their usual intensity.

“Good morning,” I whispered softly. He leaned down, and before I could worry about morning breath, his lips were on mine, and then I was on my back, opening my legs to make space for his body.

I liked the way he felt and how he fit. Like we were two puzzle pieces coming together. I really couldn’t wait to feel how we fit in other ways. His tongue swiped across my lips, and they parted to invite him in. Dylan’s tongue dueled with mine. I bit down on his top lip. The groan made me smile, and he pulled away, resting his forehead against mine.

“Tell me to stop.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Shortcake,” he panted. My hand moved from his face down to his shoulders, then to his muscular upper back.

“I can’t believe you’re real,” I whispered.

“Mattie—”

“You’re so hard. All muscle. All over.” I gasped. “Wow.” I couldn’t help but compliment him. He was beautiful. Like a real-life work of art. “You’re like a sculpture.”

“You’re killing me, baby,” he groaned, nipping at my lips.

“You feel so good,” I whimpered, rubbing my body against his. God, he gelt good on top of me.

“Babe,” he groaned, his tone almost pained.

“Dylan, I want you,” I moaned. “Please, I want more.”

“I’m trying to show you that I want more than just your body,” he gritted through his teeth before his mouth dropped to my neck. I shifted, giving him access to more of me. “Tryin’ to prove to you I’m good enough that I deserve you.” After each word, he pressed a wet kiss to my skin.

“You’re sweet,” I said softly, and he lifted his head. “But I don’t need that.” I just needed him.

“You deserve it.”

“But—" Before I could finish my plea, he kissed me.

I’d expected him to do it hard and hungry, but he didn’t. The kiss was slow, unrushed. Passion simmered just under the surface, but I knew this was something else. Something more than anything else I had ever experienced or thought possible. His hands slid under my dress, and before I knew it, it was up and over my head. His eyes dropped and soaked in the sight of my body. I would have thought being that exposed, that vulnerable, wouldn’t have felt comfortable, but under his gaze, I felt myself melt into my bed. I wanted him to look at me. He stood and took my hand, lifting me out of bed. I shivered as the cooler morning air touched my overheated skin.

“You sure?” he asked, and I nodded. “I need the words, shortcake.”

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