Page 168 of I See You

Sevyn blinked, stunned. “You’re firing me... to fuck me?”

A smirk curved on his lips. He leaned down, stopping just before his mouth touched hers, their breaths mingling like a promise not yet spoken.

“Nah,” he said low and sure. “I’m firing you... so you can be mine.” Her eyes softened, but her heart beat even harder. He wasn’t done. “I never met no one like you, Sevyn. You see through me. Through all the cold. The Ice. You don’t treat me like I’m broken or damaged or some monster with blood on his hands. You see the man I forgot was still in here.” He touched his chest, his voice a shade away from trembling. “I don’t want a therapist. I want you. I want you in every fuckin’ way a man can want a woman. I love you.”

Tears welled up in Sevyn’s eyes before she could stop them. She wasn’t prepared—not for this. Not for him.

But Hassan wasn’t finished.

“I don’t know if I even understand love all the way. Don’t know if I’ll get this shit right. I might mess up... I probably will mess up. But I won’t ever hurt you on purpose. I’ll risk everything to figure this out with you. You’re worth that, Sevyn.”

Her breath caught in her throat as the weight of his words slammed into her chest like a wave. Her hands cupped his face, eyes locking with his.

“I love you too, Hassan,” she whispered, voice cracking under the truth.

And when she kissed him—it wasn’t just heat, or hunger, or want.

It was surrender. It was real. And this time, neither of them would run.

Hassan kissed her like he needed her to breathe, lips traveling fromhermouthtoherneck,downherchest,andlower—leaving a trail of heat that set her whole body on fire. He didn’t rush. He worshipped. Devoured every inch of her until he was kneeling at her thighs, eyes locked on hers.

Without breaking that gaze, he slid his tongue beneath the waistband of her red lace panties, teasing her skin as he took them off with his mouth—slowly, deliberately. Her breath hitched, her thighs trembled, and when he finally dropped them to the floor, she was already soaked.

Then he grabbed her legs, lifted them, and folded them gently behind her head like she was a gift he was unwrapping just for him.

Sevyngasped.Shedidn’tevenhavetimetoprocessbeforehis tongue attacked her pussy like she was his last meal. Slurping. Sucking. Licking. His mouth moved with hunger, with reverence, with possession.

“Fuck, San!” she cried, her body shaking as his tongue worked its magic, dragging across her folds, sucking on her clit with just enough pressure to make her toes curl.

He dove deeper, thrusting his tongue inside her, fucking her with it like he was trying to reach her soul. Her back arched, her moans spilled out uncontrollably, her hands tangling in the sheets like she was trying to keep from floating away.

“Oh my...fuck!”shewhimperedasheslidtwofingers insideher, curling them just right as he sucked on her clit again.

"You still mad at me, Sevyn?" he asked, voice low and dangerous between her thighs, like he’d go even harder if she said yes.

Sevyn shook her head, eyes fluttering closed, body trembling. “No… no, I’m not mad.”

“Good,” he growled, “because this pussy’s too sweet to be mad at me.”

Then he went back in, devouring her like a man starved, lips wrapped around her clit, tongue flicking, swirling, relentless. She came with a scream, hips jerking, legs tightening around his head as her orgasm tore through her like a storm. But he didn’t stop. He eased her down with his fingers, letting her ride every wave.

“You mine, Sevyn?” Hassan asked, voice low and thick with need as his fingers worked deeper inside her, curling just right, hitting that spot that made her entire body tense. Her back arched, her mouth fell open, but no words came yet—just gasps and moans. “Mm?” he hummed against her, eyes locked on hers, demanding her answer as he leaned in and wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking slow but firm again while never stopping the motion of his fingers.

“Y-yes… fuck, yes!” Sevyn cried out, her voice breaking as herleg jerked, trembling under the pressure of the orgasm building fast, threatening to take her under.

As she tried to catch her breath, she watched him rise—his shorts already on the floor, his thick, curved dick standing tall, hard, and glistening. Her breath hitched again, but this time for a different reason.

“I want to taste you,” she said boldly, licking her lips, hunger burning in her eyes.

That look alone almost made him nut on sight.

He slid his fingers out of her slowly—coated in her slick—and brought them to her lips, dragging them across her mouth. She opened willingly, tasting herself on his skin. Hassan leaned down and kissed her, deep and filthy, until they both tasted nothing but her sweetness and need.

“You want this dick in your mouth?” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and thick.

She nodded, pupils blown wide with desire.

Hassan stepped back, letting her drop to her knees in front of him. The view alone had him gripping the back of his neck, trying to keep control. Sevyn was already the baddest woman he’d ever touched— but seeing her down there, lips parted, eyes fixed on him, ready to take all of him? That shit made his heart pound.

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