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Water cascades over his handsome face, and his muscles ripple as he jerks his cock once, twice, three times before a gush of pre-cum coats his fingers. When he lifts them to my mouth, I suck them inside, and my tongue swirls over his digits, causing him to hiss. Then he pulls them out, and I feel the loss instantly. He uses both his hands to separate my folds.

“Fuck, you’re still dripping from me. I’m going to clean you up, Gia. Make you nice and clean so I can create a mess again. Okay?”

Okay? Is he serious? Every cell in my body is alive, every part of me coiled tight with anticipation. My pussy is slick from our arousal, and when his hot tongue slides through my folds and swirls in my pussy hole, I almost combust with the sensation. Again and again, he laps at me, eating his cum from me like a starved man, and the sounds that rumble from his chest are animalistic.

“Fuck yeah, keep fucking my face, baby. Keep feeding me my cum.”

My core contracts, and I imagine it forcing the cum from inside me while I grip onto his hair to stabilize myself.

“Don’t stop, Reed. Keep licking. Please don’t stop.”

“Fuck yes,” he grunts.

My hips rise to fuck his face. “Lick it. Lick it away.” My mouth spills the dirty words without thinking, my mind lost in the sea of pleasure he conjures. “Don’t stop…” My words hang in the air as my orgasm hits me and stars dance in front of my eyes. “Yesss!”

As he slowly lowers my foot to the floor, I cling onto the shower wall in a post-orgasmic state of bliss. Then he swipes at his mouth. “I never thought I’d enjoy tasting my own cum.” He grins at me.

I rise onto my tiptoes and pull him in for a deep kiss, tasting myself on him, and when I pull back, we’re both breathless. “You taste incredible.” Something akin to gratitude passes over his face, and I make a note to give him more compliments, as many as he gives me.

“Are you sore?” he asks, and steps forward to hold my hips while delivering me with another kiss.

“Yes, but I want more. I crave you.” I kiss him again and feel his smile against my lips. “I don’t know how I went so long without sex.”

He waggles his eyebrows. “I know, right? I bet it’s been”—he looks at his wrist, as if to check the time—“all of ten minutes.”

I swat at his chest. “I was meaning me not having sex in three years, and now I’m hungry for it.”

He freezes, his body coiling tight, then he pulls back and stares down at me, and I scan his face, searching for the reason for the change in him. “Three years?”

I glance away and grab the shower gel, unwilling to do this here and now.

“You said Jaxon died six years ago. So, who did you have sex with three years ago?”

When I ignore him, he grabs the shower gel from me and places it back on the shelf. “Who, Gia?”

I take a deep breath and turn to face him. “I was lonely and a little drunk. It was a one off and has never happened again.” I rub at my forehead and grimace at the way his chest rises rapidly. “It should never have happened.” It shouldn’t have happened; we both knew it.

“Who?” His voice ricochets off the shower doors, and I flinch.

I shrink away, knowing this will hurt him. “Tyson.”

He stares at me in utter disbelief, and I didn’t miss the way he jolted as I delivered his name on a soft whimper.

His Adam’s apple slowly slides down his throat and back up again. His green orbs darken, and his nostrils flare. “You’re mine,” he states, and it isn’t a question, but I answer anyway.

“I am.”

He lunges forward and spins me to face the shower door. “You’re mine, and that baby in you is mine!” he roars, and pushes down on my spine, then kicks my feet apart.

“Ye-yess.” I tremble at his heavy-handedness, but arousal flares inside me at the possessive way he maneuvers my body to please him.

Jaxon’s passion was always tender, and Reed’s is out of control, possessive and borderline feral, but he has his softer moments too. He’s the perfect combination of love and aggression. So when he slams roughly inside me with no more preparation, I moan in awe of the man filling me so brutally, providing me with something I never knew I wanted until I met him. Allowing me to embrace the darkness I’ve kept hidden.

My scalp stings when he wraps my hair around his fist and yanks my head back, and I savor it. Eyes rolling, I give myself over to him, then he slams forward, taking my breath away with the brutality.

“You’re fucking mine!”

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

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