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He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention before he was on the move again. Savannah writhed beneath him as his lips blazed a fiery path down her body. Without preamble, he pushed her legs apart, settling his shoulders between them before diving in. The first swipe of this tongue set her on fire. She cried out and bucked against his mouth. He threw one arm across her stomach to hold her securely in place while he hungrily attended to her.

He ate at her until she couldn’t even remember her own name and when her release struck, it did so in a burst of blinding sparks. He saw her through the waves as she rode them out on his face. Then, once more, he was on the move.

CHAPTER 23

Her tastestill on his tongue, Voodoo stood to remove his pants and boxers. He paused a moment, his gaze lingering on the breathtaking woman stretched languidly across the bed like an offering fit for a god. He was so hard it was almost painful. Before he forgot, he grabbed his wallet from his pants and pulled out the condoms he’d placed there a few days ago, after their first kiss.

Then he joined her on the bed, and she was in his arms, just where she belonged. “My Savi Moon is a sight to behold.”

Her cheeks, already flushed crimson from her orgasm, deepened in color. “Stop!” she scolded embarrassed by his scrutiny.

Gently, he palmed her cheek, compelling her to lock eyes with his own. “Savi. You have always been a beautiful person. First as a girl and now as a woman. But in this moment, you have never looked more exquisite to me.”

Her soft gaze filled with tears as she whispered his name.

“Say you’ll be mine,” he pleaded.

“I’ve been yours since we were kids and you ate that worm for me.” He laughed, the memory of that day just as bright as all the others he shared with her.

Then he kissed her, delving deep into the recesses of her mouth, unable to get enough of her to satisfy him. The sensation of her hands on his skin was divine, yet the moment her hand gripped his cock, he felt like he had been transported to a place of utter euphoria. She stroked him until he couldn’t take it another moment.

He broke away just long enough to tear open the condom and sheath himself. Between her splayed legs, he hesitated with his tip at her entrance, their gazes locking in a moment of anticipation. She bit her lip, and he nearly came right then and there. But then she gave a subtle nod, and he waited no longer. He thrust, hard and deep. She cried out and for a moment, he thought he’d hurt her. But then her hands were on him once more. They slid up his arms, across his shoulders, to the back of his neck. With just the slightest bit of pressure, she pulled him to her until their mouths met.

With a lingering kiss, he began to move, his body initiating a tempo only the two of them could follow. Slowly, they moved together. Words fell away, replaced by touches, sighs, the quiet thrum of something real blooming between them. The world narrowed to the soft rustle of sheets, the warmth of skin against skin, the subtle tremble of letting go.

The tempo built, increasing in intensity. He lost himself in the feel of her tight pussy around his dick. She was hot and so wet he moved within her with ease. He kissed a path to her tits, swirling his tongue around one taut bud before sucking it into his mouth. The sounds she made filled his ears, ramping up his need.

His thrusts continued growing harder and faster the closer they both got to release. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Savannah met him thrust for thrust. Her pussy contracted and then she was coming. The sensation was unlike anything he’dfelt before. He wasn’t a virgin by any means, but this was something beyond sex. Beyond pleasure.

This was something that only the two of them could create. Together.

With just two more thrusts, Voodoo held himself deep and let go. A kaleidoscope of sensations rushed through him. Her pussy milked him. Ropes of his release filled the condom. And never in his life had he ever come so hard.

His arms, which were braced on either side of her head, gave way and he nearly collapsed on top of her, but rolled to the side at the last second. They were both breathing hard as they floated back to earth.

“Yup,” Voodoo said abruptly, the sound sharp and unexpected in the quiet room.

“What?”

“Knew that was going to happen.”

“Knew what was going to happen,” she wondered.

“Knew I’d never be the same.”

She turned to face him, her body snug against his side. He slipped an arm gently under her shoulders, pulling her tighter against his chest, her hair brushing his cheek. “Is that a bad thing?” she asked.

“Not at all.” Voodoo breathed her in, champagne and berries, grounding himself in the warmth of her skin, the weight of her against him. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything. Just let the silence wrap around them like a second blanket. Then he murmured, “When you left . . . Felt like I’ve been walking around half-alive. Didn’t even know it until I saw you again.”

She rested her hand on his chest, right over his heart. “I get that,” she said quietly. “Like the world’s been in black and white, and now . . . color.”

He let out a breath that was part chuckle, part sigh. “Exactly.”

Her fingers traced lazy circles on his chest. “So what now?”

Voodoo tilted his head down to press a kiss into her hair. “Now I stop pretending I’m fine being alone. Now we stop pretending this isn’t something real and undeniable.”

She smiled, soft and sleepy. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

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