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Her thoughts seem to be aligned with mine because she spins around at the same time I grab for her, and together, we close every last gap between us. Maybe even more than the physical ones.

Her fingers dig into my nape while I reach around her to finally get my hands on her round ass. She jumps at the same time I lift her, and I blindly walk us into the bedroom.

My scalp screams in pain when she tugs at my hair, and I welcome the sting because I feel the same desperation.

Eve lets go of my hair, only to yank at my shirt, trying to force it off my arms.

She lets out a frustrated huff, realizing it won’t come off while I carry her.

I chuckle.

And fuck, it feels good.

Every fiber of my being recognizes and wants her. Knowing she feels the same has something powerful coursing through my veins. It’s not like anything I’ve never felt before.

I capture her mouth, unable to stare at those pouty lips for another moment without tasting them.

I finally reach the bed and lower us to the mattress.

Holding my weight as much as possible on my elbows, I press my cock against her pelvis, and we both moan.

With great difficulty, I pull away from her compellinglips and kiss my way down her throat, across the elegant curves of her shoulder and collarbone until I reach her chest. Shifting my weight to one arm, I reach for her right breast and groan at the feel of it. Fuck. I massage it, then the other, sucking on one hard nipple.

Her floral scent infiltrates my senses, a smell I’ve associated with her for as long as I’ve known her, only adding to the insanity of this moment.

Eve arches her back, and my cock twitches at the evidence of her pleasure.

I shower both breasts with lavish attention, switching back and forth between licking, sucking, nibbling, and massaging, always listening to Eve’s little gasps and moans whenever I do something she likes.

“Phoenix . . . need more . . . need to touch you.”

I find my way back to her mouth. After another thorough kiss, I climb off her and walk to the end of the bed. I take a moment to treasure the sight of her lying on my bed. Spread out like the delicious feast she is—with her beautiful hair on my pillows, her flushed skin baring my marks, and eyes wild with arousal and desperation.

She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ll never get my fill of her.

Her eyebrows bunch together in a cute frown, and she lets out a frustrated huff, much like earlier. “Why are you still dressed?”

Without taking my eyes off her, I slowly undo one of my cufflinks and let it fall to the floor. “Am I not fast enough for you?”

Her eyes widen for a fraction, a playful spark shining in them. “Maybe you need some help?”

I tilt my head to the side. “Come here and help me then.”

She goes on all fours and crawls down the bed to me.

She’s crawling to me with her heavy tits swaying left and right.

Fuck.

This is single-handedly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and this moment will forever be burned into my memory.

The way she smirks at me, her gaze never leaving mine, tells me she knows exactly how much I like this.

When she reaches me, she doesn’t go straight for my pants like I thought she would. Instead, she licks her way up from my navel to my chest.

Chapter 30

Evangeline

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