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First, I wanthimto do the screaming.

I grind, twist, and bounce every which way until his grip on my waist tightens.

“God…dayem…” His toes curl when he comes.

Brain firing in a million directions, my rhythm turns erratic. Thighs burning, I pitch forward and buck against him until my release blasts out of me. It’s quick. Way too quick.

“I got you.” He lifts me off and flips me over.

Then spits on my pussy.

I’m such a dirty girl for liking it as much as I do.

Mythighs shake when he slips two fingers inside me, hooking them to hit my g-spot. “That’s it. Ride my hand.”

The more he moves, the fuller I feel. Then he leans down and sucks on my clit, sending bolts of pleasure through my lower half.

Nowthisis an orgasm worth chasing.

In no time, he drives my release straight over the edge until I’m screaming so loud my throat hurts. My head explodes. My body turns to a cloud of glitter.

Am I even in the same dimension anymore?

“That’s a good fucking girl.” He kisses my clit, my thighs, and my belly. “Can you give me one more?”

No. I can’t do anything. Shaking my head, swallowing hurts and I feel emotional. Tears well and I cover my face and start crying. “I think I came too hard,” I say, half laughing and completely confused about my behavior.

“Aww.” Dean tugs me up and cradles me in his lap. “Poor baby.”

“Shut up!” I snort with my next giggle. “Oh my god, this is ridiculous.” Except I cannot, for the life of me, stopping cry-laughing. I have no idea if I’m having a meltdown or am ascending to my final form. “I’m a mess.”

He wraps his arms wrap tighter around my middle as he rocks me. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

“This isn’t okay!” Against the current of my tears, my heart bubbles with joy. “I’m all broken now. I can’t even pick an emotion to focus on!”

He laughs against my neck and keeps rocking me. “That last one was pretty hard.”

“What did you even do? Perform an exorcism?”

“Just gave you want you needed, I guess.”

“Youguess?” I smack his shoulder and rear back to look at him. “How many fingers was that?”

Dean winces. “Four.”

And they arethick.

“Wow.” I deflate in his embrace. After a minute of overthinking, I arch a brow. “Think I can take a whole fist next time?”

Dean’s laughter shakes my bones.

Chapter 25

Dean

This is heaven. You don’t have to die to get there. You just have to give your soul to someone, and paradise finds you.

Firelight dances over Grace’s skin as she lies on her side, her head propped up while I run my fingers up and down her thigh. She’s half in, half out of a blanket with this dreamy, sleepy expression on her sweet face. Pride swells in my chest knowing I’m the man who put her in this serene state.

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