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Taya.The answer to questions I hadn’t bothered to ask.

My parents were right, God forbid. There was more to living than just surviving. If only to live for her.

I hadn’t feared for my life. My sibling’s safety had always been my biggest concern. But the dread settling deep in my stomach upon seeing her was the strongest I’d ever felt. The closest I’d come to losing my sanity. Or what was left of it.

I felt the weight of a lifetime in that one image.

Though it had been obvious to me before, the understanding that she was all I ever needed finally slid into place in that instant. A heart-stopping moment, yet the organ occupying my rib cage beat stronger than ever.

In the truest sense, she became the reason for my excuse of an existence.

So much of her reflected in me: a soul too damaged, a mind too deranged.

I towered over this beautiful creature on my bed, channeling every thought into action. Someone above sent her my way, and I thanked whoever chose me as the receiver.

The left side of the bed peaked from behind Taya’s exposed shoulder.

Oh, how it mocked me. It laughed at my idiocy for thinking I would be the only one occupying this bed.

I’d never brought a woman home. Never fucked anyone in this bed. A hard pass, always. A topic out of the question. Now, it was all I could think about: making her scream my name until her voice gave out. Time it. Test the limits.

The thought of this woman being the first and perhaps the only made me hard.

Devouring her with my eyes, she blushed a crimson red under my attention. Very unlike her, considering I’d seen her in far more revealing states. Somehow, we both felt the extra layer of intimacy between us.

With deliberate slowness, her foot traced the outline of my bulge.

The straps of her dress slipped down her shoulders, hanging loosely, and I grabbed the hem. The fabric tore loudly as I pulled, discarding it on the floor.

“What do we have here?” I took in the sight of Taya, bare. “You sat through Christmas dinner with my family and all those men, naked underneath?”

“Right under your nose.”

A smile tugged at my lips, impressed by her boldness.

Her legs spread wide, offering me a clear view of her arousal, the open invitation to my undoing.

I was aching for another taste.

With a quick motion, I undressed to match her state, feeling her eyes hungrily follow my every movement. She leaned on her elbows, devouring my form before pushing up and meeting me at the edge of the bed. A sharp exhale escaped her as my cock sprung free, the sound echoing in my ears.

Taya’s hands trailed down my stomach, as if to memorize every inch of me, but she didn’t delay, and soon, that beautiful mouth took me in. Her tongue swirled around the tip, and I shivered in anticipation.

Instinctively, I gripped the back of her head, something I always found myself doing when she was close.

A molten wave of sensation settled in my stomach as her mouth enclosed around me, sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing. She took me in completely, not leaving an inch behind.

When I hit the depth of her mouth, a groan of approval slipped from me, while Taya added a few moans of her own. The erotic sounds filled the room, mixing with the crackling fire. As the flames spread, I, too, felt the burn on my skin.

I couldn’t look away, captivated by every breath, every movement.

When her eyes left the action and locked with mine, she nodded, giving me the go-ahead.

I gathered the silky strands of her hair at the nape, taking control.

She submitted, parting her lips wide, letting me use her mouth the way I wanted, the way it silently begged to be used.

My pace quickened, falling into a ruthless rhythm. Moisture gathered in her eyes, but she held my gaze firmly, never closing them. Not even for a second. She gave me exactly what I craved.

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