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I press my lips together as he rolls his hips, letting me feel how hard he is.

“Do you know what it does to me?” he whispers, voice coiling into something slow and sinful. “Watching you without you knowing? When you’re unaware. Untouched. When you're just…you. It’s the only time I can breathe.”

My throat goes dry, my body hot, thrumming, needy.

He leans in, brushing his lips over my ear. “You like that, don’t you? Knowing I see everything. That even when you’re alone, you’re not because,” he places a kiss on the side of my neck, “I’m,” on my jaw, “always,” the corner of my mouth, “there.”

A gasp tears up my throat as he claims my mouth so fiercely, so passionately, that I forget how to breathe.

“There is no place in this world where you are not mine,” he murmurs against my lips, teeth sinking slightly into the softness. “No point in time where I don’t love you. Do you love me, too, baby girl?”

“Yes,” I whimper, loving the sting as he bites deeper into my lip then lets go.

“Good.” Abruptly, he grabs my throat, tightening, his head slanted. “Now get on your fucking knees.”

Chapter15

EVERLY

“Now get on your fucking knees.”

Everything inside me turns to liquid, his voice a rough edge of desire scraping against my bare nerves.

I obey, easing onto my knees, gazing up while watching him unzip his pants and pull out his cock. It’s so hard, so big, my pussy clenches just thinking about how it feels to have it inside me.

“There are guards everywhere,” I say. “I thought you don’t like it when others hear me.”

He gives his length a long, languid stroke. “You won’t be able to make a sound with my cock stuffed in your mouth.” He’s biting his bottom lip, tracing the velvet head of his dick along my lips. I open my mouth, but he pulls back. “Not yet.”

So I remain still, studying him from under my lashes while he stares at me with dark, dilated eyes, smearing precum along my lips. His other hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back to give him better access.

“I love it when you look at me. When your eyes are full of sin and lust.” His grip on my hair tightens, forcing my neck to crane and my lips to part. “Beg for me, baby girl,” he whispers. “Beg me to fuck your mouth.”

His words are a delectable torment, and my throat is suddenly dry. “Please…” I swallow hard against the ache. “Please, fuck my mouth.”

Isaia’s jaw tightens, the tendons in his neck flexing as he stares down at me like he might break apart from how much he wants to. His breath shudders out of him. “Goddamn, you don’t know what that does to me.”

I hold his gaze, lips parted, everything inside me wound so tight it’s like I might shatter if he doesn’t touch me soon.

“You kneeling for me like this,” he rasps, voice thick with heat and rage barely cooled. “Eyes wide. Mouth soft. Begging like youneedme just to breathe. You don’t even realize, do you? How fucking good you look like this.”

His cock grazes my bottom lip, smearing his precum. It’s possessive. Reverent. Like he’s marking me without even trying.

“I used to picture this.” He slips the head just past my lips and keeps it there. “In Chicago. You’d walk around in your own little world not knowing how close I am, and I’d think about dragging you to your knees so the whole goddamn city could watch while I wrecked you.”

My breath catches. My thighs press together, aching with the tension coiled between them.

“But I didn’t,” he says, tone dipping darker. “Because I didn’t want anyone else to see what you look like when you fall apart for me. That’s mine.”

He feeds me a little more of his cock, his taste tantalizing on my tongue.

“You think I’m overprotective?” I get another inch of his dick, and he sucks air through his teeth. “You think I’m crazy? You’re goddamn right. Iam. Because you make me that way.”

I blink up at him, barely able to speak, every nerve ending tuned to him, vibrating with anticipation. My skin is flushed, my lips swollen, and I want nothing more than to be devoured by him. Owned. Consumed.

“I don’t want to protect you from the world, baby girl.” He slides in a little more. “I want to tear it apart so there’s nothing left but me and you.” With a sharp thrust, he’s in my mouth completely, hitting the back of my throat, and my eyes water as I watch him tilt his head back in exquisite pleasure. “Fuck. You drive me crazy, woman.”

With a tug on my hair, he pulls my head back, cock halfway out before easing back in, and he’s watching me take him, the power in his eyes fierce and tender simultaneously.

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