Page 10 of The Silver Fox Bidder

He lays me down gently, as if I’m something precious, something he intends to cherish.

His hands trail slowly up my sides, his fingertips leaving a path of fire in their wake. When his lips brush against the sensitive skin just below my ear, I shudder.

“I don’t do anything halfway,” he murmurs, his voice a promise against my skin.

"Me either," I breathe, my fingers threading into his hair, pulling him closer.

Tank takes his time, his lips trailing down my body in reverence. He undresses me with the patience of a man who wants to savor every inch of what’s in front of him. And he does.

Oh, God. He does.

His mouth explores, his hands mapping out every dip and curve, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He worships me—not just with his body, but with his eyes, his words, the way he whispers my name like it’s something sacred.

“Lucy,” he murmurs, pushing my knees apart so he can admire the view of my most intimate place. “You’re fucking prefect.”

He licks his lips, and my clit throbs with desperate need.

“Take me,” I beg.

“Not yet, beautiful,” he murmurs. “First, I need to taste you.”

He lowers his face to my wet pussy, slowly teasing my clit with his tongue. I whimper, dying to be devoured. “More. Please, Tank. More…”

I grip his hair in my hands, grinding against his face. He chuckles, and I feel the vibration in every nerve ending in my body. I’m so close… so close to shattering into a million pieces. He laps up my juices before pressing a finger to my swollen clit.

The sudden touch… the sudden pressure… it’s enough. I slide over the precipice, coming harder than I ever have in my life.

Before I’ve even stopped shaking, Tank has moved over, pressing the tip of his rock-hard cock against my slick folds. “Mine,” he growls.

“Yours,” I gasp. “Please…”

He plunges into me, taking what’s his.Claimingme.

He’s motionless for a moment, letting my walls adjust to the size of him. Then we move together, and it’s slow and deep. Every stroke, every touch, unraveling me in ways I never thought possible. He doesn’t rush. He takes his time, and it’sfucking glorious.

He’s taking what’s his, but he’s also giving what’smine.

And when pleasure crashes over me a fraction of a second before he spills into me, it’s not just physical—it’s somethingmore.

For the first time in my life, I understand why it’s called lovemaking.

Afterward, we lie tangled together in the dim glow of the fire. My head rests against his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breath lulling me into a blissful haze.

His fingers trace lazy patterns along my spine, a silent kind of devotion in his fingertips.

He presses a soft kiss to my hair. "Let me know when you’re ready for more.”

“More?”

Tank grins at me. “I promised to make you come again and again and again, didn’t I? I owe you at least one more orgasm by the end of the night.”

Chapter 8

Lucy

Sunlightfiltersthroughthecurtains, casting a warm glow over the wooden walls of Tank’s cabin. The morning air is crisp, but beneath the thick blankets, my body is deliciously warm, muscles pleasantly sore from last night’s slow, intense lovemaking. A lazy smile spreads across my lips as memories flood back.

Tank’s hands… his mouth… the way he made me feel completely and utterlyhis.

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