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Giving up on holding back, I pulled him closer by gripping what little hair I could.

“Fuck,” he groaned around me. Swift, light kisses coated my skin as he moved to the other side, repeating the same motions but with more urgency. “I’m going to taste you.” He released my neck, skimming his hand down my waist and clamping around my left thigh. In the same movement, my leg was hoisted over his shoulder and a warm breath brushed between my legs.

“You’re so fucking perfect. You smell like heaven.” His nose buried between my folds as he took a dramatic inhale. When his tongue swiped up and back down again, I reached back, gripping the doorframe for support. “You taste like candy,” he muttered against me. After another long swipe, his glazed eyes flicked up and found mine. “Like the best fucking salty-sweet candy I’ve ever had.”

His lids closed like he was savoring the flavor.

“Cas,” I begged.

My plea was like a spark against gunpowder to his focus. Cas’s dark eyes flew open, and his lips sealed against my body. Arching my back, I shifted back and forth, unable to stand still while he devoured me whole.

My fingers tightened around the wood. The slight tremble in my right leg turned into a full-on shake as his tongue flicked and plunged inside me. The twinge of pain as he slid one thick finger inside quickly shifted to pleasure.

“More,” I breathed. How had I gone so long without this? Without the worship of a man? Oh, because this right here had never happened before. The intensity with Cas was soul-engulfing.

He slid in another finger as his free hand pried mine from the doorframe and wrapped it around his head. Taking the hint, I dug my short nails into his scalp, yanking him harder against me.

His deep groan of pleasure vibrated to my core, setting off a cosmic burst. I cried out his name as the most intense orgasm pulsed through every square inch of my body at the continued laps of his tongue. My knee buckled, sinking me deeper to the floor. Arm around my waist, Cas held me up as his fingers continued their fast pace, pushing me higher. With another flick of his tongue and curl of his finger, I fell apart once again, his name a breathless scream pouring from my lips.

The world spun, lights dancing behind my closed lids. Everything was peaceful and right in the world.

A stinging sensation flung my eyes open to see what was going on, only to find Cas smirking at a set of teeth indentions inside my left thigh.

“Mine.”

I cringed at the already sore muscles of my thigh as he removed my leg from his shoulder and gently set my bare foot on the ground. Hands around my waist, he eased me down to the floor, putting us eye-to-eye.

The shimmer of his lips reflected the bathroom lights. As I stared at the lingering visual display of my orgasm, his mouth twitched into a mischievous grin.

“Here, see how good you taste.” Before I could object, his slick lips pressed over mine and his tongue dove in, tangling with my own. As the delicate taste filled my mouth, all revulsion of the act disappeared. I slid a hand into his hair and tugged him closer.

Kissing Cas solved all the world’s problems. Nothing else mattered. I was safe in his arms, cherished by his lips and tongue. That was all I needed to know for the rest of my life.

With a light nip of my lower lip, he pulled back, a wistful smile lighting up his face. Reaching up, he brushed a wet lock of hair from my forehead. “Now, I’m going to take a shower so we can go eat.”

Like the dazed fool I was, I merely nodded in agreement, unable to find words. With a soft chuckle, he pressed his lips to my forehead and stood.

Uncaring that I sat recovering in the middle of the doorway, preventing him from shutting the door, Cas stripped off his black T-shirt. I blinked once, twice. Yes, I’d seen his bare chest before, but that close, within touching distance, his muscles were even more defined. I blinked several times to wipe away the mirage, because no way guys looked like that in real life.

Ogling every inch of his exposed skin, my appreciative gaze shifted from his defined pecs, down his taut stomach, to where his long fingers fiddled with his belt. The metal buckle clinked open and he tugged the end, yanking it out of the belt loops with a whipping sound. After staring at the long leather, he tossed it across the bathroom toward me.

“That’ll come in handy later.”

My wide, unblinking eyes continued to watch as he unbuttoned his dark jeans and slid them down his thighs, revealing more incredible, defined strength. Dark hair covered his muscular thighs and calves.

He paused with his thumbs hooked around the tight band of his boxer briefs. Lip between my teeth, I watched, captivated, to see what came next. Cas shoved the elastic over his hips, allowing the underwear to slide down until they pooled at his feet.

That’s when the fantasy stalled.

My breaths turned to short wheezes as I gaped at his long, hard cock. Terrible memories of Lance replayed in random succession, unable to control my breathing as darkness encroached in the corners of my vision. Only the steady pounding of my rapid pulse filled my ears.

My muscles wouldn’t respond; nothing worked. I couldn’t stop the fuzzy images from filling every crevice of my thoughts, flooding from the dark corners of my mind. Three days, three whole days I suffered under the lunatic who thought I loved him back—he just needed some reassuring. Even high on Special K, enough memories were imprinted in my mind to haunt me. Images of him on top, grunting, taking me as I lay there, unable to respond. Of him forcing my mouth open while he shoved himself down my throat. His hand over mine, squeezing tight as he pumped our hands down him. Every minute, every second was there, waiting to emerge when I least expected it.

Like now.

Bile built in my stomach and pushed up my throat. Angling to the side, I smacked a palm against the hardwood floor before I vomited what little I’d had to eat into the hallway. More pictures. More dry heaving.

My abs ached and burned at the constant clenching. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, mixing with the strings of saliva dangling from my lips. I felt like shit, and I was sure I looked awful too, but it didn’t matter. Getting out of the attack in one piece was.

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