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“So fucking stunning.”

With his fingers and mouth, he starts to explore me, and even though I want to watch him, drink him in, I’m so overwhelmed my eyes flutter shut. I float on a sea of sensations he releases in waves.

His touch is pure delicate fire. Everywhere his mouth and tongue touch me it flares, from my throat, over the bite mark that he sucks on, then down.

Down. From nipple to nipple, he spends time sucking, nibbling, devouring until I’m writhing.

Then down over my stomach, down along my pubic bone. He reaches the top of my pubis, and parts my thighs, his mouth avoiding my clit and pussy, his fingers too. Even though that’s where I want him,needhim.

Instead, he starts to kiss and nip my inner thighs, tinypinpricks of pleasure, and I’m so lost, so needing, that I don’t know what to do but clutch at him.

He licks up the slick that’s making me so wet, along with my juices, then his fingers touch my pussy, and I nearly leap off the bed, everything jumping.

But Stephan goes with it, pushing his fingers into me. Then his thumb pushes into my ass, making me cry out, unsure how to feel. Weird, good. I don’t know. All I know is that thumb makes everything else feel like it veered up a thousand levels of awareness and pleasure.

I want to speak, but I can’t find the words as his tongue makes short work of my clit, like he has a mission. With his fingers and his mouth, working a rhythm, the pressure builds and explodes in me in fast order, and I shudder and shake, the roll of the orgasm rocketing through me.

Stephan pulls out and then he’s back. The whack of material hitting the floor registers and then is obliterated as he comes up over me.

“This might hurt at first…”

I nod, drawing in a deep breath and bracing myself.

He thrusts in.

Deep.

My eyes fly open as the invasion of him in me is complete. My pussy throbs hard around his shaft and grips him. “Stephan…”

“You’re so fucking tight, so good, oh, god…”

He begins to thrust into me, slow deep thrusts, and I’m swept along. He’s hitting that spot inside that makes me tighten, tingle, and this time when I shatter, it’s like the whole world comes with me, breaking into tiny glittering pieces.

Is he going to knot?

But he pulls out and says, “I’m not done. Turn over.”

CHAPTER

THIRTY-TWO

Stephan

I’m the king of assholes.

She’s orgasmic like she should be with her mate, but even as I withdraw from her sweet, tight body, I can feel that beat in her, the hunger for more.

Right now, she probably doesn’t understand what that craving’s for, beyond the initial orgasm and pleasure I can give her. But she will.

It’s in her nature. Like it’s in mine.

The urge to rut, for me to knot, that thing that’ll give her untold pleasure, and just maybe end in pregnancy.

And death.

I lost one love.

I’m not losing another.

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