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“I am not gonna last a minute,” he said, more to himself than to me, but he continued to move, pressing his body to mine, making me one with the wall. His speed increased by the second, and my leg was completely numb, and my pussy was on fire, my appetite for him as high as that leg.

He had his hand around my neck, and I held onto his arm with both of mine as he pounded into me, his eyes down on where we connected, watching his cock come in and out of me. I couldn’t see much because of the darkness and my position, but he must have been seeing plenty because he refused to even blink his eyes.

Goddess, he looked possessed, and I wanted to put that look on his face every day for the rest of my life.

Then he moved back abruptly and squeezed my neck. “Get on your knees.”

Numb or not, my leg bent, and I was kneeling the next second, his cock deep in my throat before I could think to make myself comfortable. But he was close, and he wanted to come in my mouth, and I knew he wouldn’t last. So, I sucked and licked and grazed him with my teeth exactly like he’d taught me, and the taste of him was heaven. When I moaned with his cock in my mouth, he did, too, and then I couldn’t breathe. His hands were in my hair and he pulled me to him while he thrust his hips in, and his cum spilled down my throat, warm and creamy and salty. Who even needed air?

I swallowed every last drop.

He then pulled me up, sat on the bed and put me on his lap, and kissed me furiously, with the same urgency he’d fucked my mouth with just now.

“Tired yet?” he asked when we stopped to breathe for a second, and I almost panicked.

“No,”I said too fast, and he chuckled. “Why—are you?”

He shook his head. “The taste of you gives me energy, baby. I’ll be less tired the more I fuck you.”

Shivers up and down my back that he felt and rubbed away. “Then by all means, fuck me all day and all night, Mr. Tivoux.”

He growled—actually growled like an animal, and he kissed me again, with just as much passion as before. I fucking loved the way we kissed, like we were constantly starving.

“But first, I need to go get us food.”

He said this a second before my stomach growled, and his followed, as if on cue.

“I’m coming with.”

But Taland shook his head. “You’ll stay here and rest for me, baby. I’ll be back in no time. Don’t you worry your pretty head about a thing.”

I did worry, though, but I didn’t say it. I just sat in the empty kitchen of the ground floor and waited for him for almost forty minutes, until he came back.

Maybe it was just my imagination, and he refused to admit it, but there was a darkness in his eyes when he came through the door—maybe concern, maybe regret. I noticed it, just like I noticed every other detail about him, always, and that’s why I asked him a couple of times, but he reassured me that he was perfectly fine.

Chapter 19

Rosabel La Rouge

He got us fruit and chocolate and cookies and croissants, nuts and juice and lots of water. He’d also gotten four turkey sandwiches that tasted almost as good as his kisses.

“I went in for the pizza, but the smell sold me these instead,” he told me while we sat and ate on the counter together, because the tiny table only had one chair at its side. It was obvious this safe house was meant as shelter for a single person, not two.

“This is so good I can’t stop eating,” I said with my mouth half full, already on my second sandwich. They were big, much bigger than what I usually ate at work. I must have been really hungry without even realizing it.

“I’ll get us more later,” Taland said. “How are you feeling? How’s that leg?”

Heat rushed to my cheeks and I stopped chewing so fast. Seriously, I was eating like someone might come take this sandwich out of my hands any second.

“Leg’s fine,” I muttered, hiding my smile behind the wrap.

“You take it so well—always did,” the asshole whispered, and I almost choked on the next bite of the sandwich.

He handed me water, grinning ear to ear. “Sorry, sweetness. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” I said with a roll of my eyes just for show, but when I stopped coughing, I dove in again right away. I was in love with those sandwiches.

Taland laughed—and again, I could have sworn something was…off. You couldn’t tell at first glance, but I’d bet my life that he was more cheerful, and the sparkle in his eyes was much brighter before he left. Now, it felt like a chunk of thathappinesswas gone, and instead it got replaced with worry.

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