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My arms constricted around her thighs as I twisted, flipping her to her back with my face still buried in her pussy. My fingers squeezed, spreading her wider for me.

I breathed in her scent, intoxicating and familiar. My lips moved against her heated skin, forming words I couldn't hold back. "God," I murmured, the vibration of my voice causing her to shiver beneath me. "You taste so fucking good." My tongue darted out, striking her clit as she was still coming down from her first orgasm, and her hips bucked as she tried to escape.

I showered her pussy in sloppy wet kisses before sucking her in.

Her back arched, fingers digging into my scalp. "Oh my god. Don't stop."

A smile spread across my face as I stroked her with my tongue, sliding a finger inside her wetness, and then added another. Pumping in and out, I found a rhythm that made her legs shake and her body tremble.

I loved how well I knew her and her body. I knew exactly what it took to make her come.

My voice dropped to a low rumble, breath hot against her skin. "Come for me, baby."

Her body tensed, back arching off the bed. "Trystan!" she cried out for the second time as her thighs clenched against my face, and her hand in my hair held my face just where she wanted it, as she was coming down from her high.

I raised up, trailing, kissing up her pussy to her stomach, pausing to meet her gaze. "You want to ride my cock one last time, baby?"

Without a word, she wrapped her legs around my waist and twisted until she was back on top. I shifted my weight and lifted my hips as she tugged off my pants, and I eagerly helped kick them off with my feet. I gripped my cock at the base as she shifted her weight, hovering over me and lowering herself until my tip was at her entrance. My hand curled around her waist, groaning as she sank down until I was buried deep inside her.

My head fell back against the pillow, eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck."

My hands curled around her ass, guiding her over my length as I raised my hips, letting her grind herself hard against me. Her fingers curled into my chest, stinging as they dug into the skin.

The soft glow from the bedside lamp caught the curves of her body, painting her in warm lights and shadows. My breath hitched as I took in the sight of her, committing every detail to memory—the flush spreading across her chest, the way her lower lip caught between her teeth, the intensity in her half-lidded eyes.

She was so fucking beautiful.

She increased her speed as she rocked her hips against mine, and her moaning got louder. I closed my eyes, listening. That was real. That was what she sounded like just before she came.

Her pussy walls clenched around my cock, and my chest rumbled as her body shuddered, fingers clutching at the sheets. "Trystan!"

A surge of energy coursed through me, igniting every nerve ending. In one fluid motion, I tightened my grip on her hips, preparing to flip our positions. The muscles in my arms and core tensed, ready to take control.

I wanted her to come one more time with me. I lifted my hips to flip her, but she stopped me, shoving me back down as she raised herself, sliding me out of her and then her leg before crawling off me.

My eyes narrowed as I followed her. I started to wonder what the hell she was doing until she crawled up to her pillow and slid under the covers.

She rolled away, pulling the covers up to her chin. "You can go now."

I didn't move for a long minute because I wasn't sure I'd heard her right, but then she repeated it.

Her eyes flicked to mine, holding my gaze, voice flat. "I said you can go now." Her gaze dropped to my cock, still standing at attention, a hint of cruel amusement in her tone. "And finish taking care of that."

She was fucking serious. She wanted me to leave. She'd been serious when she asked me to let her use me. She was done with me, or at least she thought she was. My lip curled into a smirk as I shifted my weight and flipped to my knees, crawling over her before she even realized what I was doing.

"What the fuck?" Her eyes widened as they followed me, but she didn't stop me.

"You want to know why you couldn't get off?" I purred against her lips. She didn't move; I wasn't even sure she was breathing. "Because this pussy," I nodded to her, "was made for this cock." I pressed my hips into her so she could feel how hard I was. "It was molded for me because you were always meant to be mine. No man will ever fit you the way I do. I ruined this pussy for any other man." I pushed up, twisted, and crawled off the bed. "And that's why you can't orgasm, and you never will without me." I strolled toward the door as she sat up, clutching the covers to her chest. "So just call me when you realize we were meant to be." I stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me.

Closing my eyes, I sucked in a deep breath and said a silent prayer that everything I said was true.

Chapter 36

Camryn

Standing at the water's edge, I watched the waves crash around my feet, each retreat of the water feeling like it was pulling a piece of me away. My gaze lifted to the dark, starry sky, Trystan's last words from two nights ago echoing in my mind: "We were meant to be."

The memory stung, sharp and raw. I wanted to scream at the sky, to let the ocean swallow my pain. Instead, I stood there, letting the cool water numb my feet, wishing it could numb my heart just as easily.

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