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“I want you naked, Brielle.”

I push my underwear down, shimmying until they are off and his want has been met.

Spencer grabs my thighs, pulling me up into his arms again, and lays me on the bed. He stands tall, his erection jutting out as he looks at me. I fight the urge to cover myself, but I couldn’t deny the lust in his eyes if I wanted to. He is starved, and I am what’s on the menu.

Thank God.

“Next time, I want you to keep the shoes on. Tonight though—” He removes my one heel and kisses my ankle. “—I want you comfortable.” The other one comes off and he runs his thumb up my calf. I could die from the pleasure. My leg drops and he crawls up toward me. “I have thought of this moment for weeks now,” he confesses. “I’ve imagined you naked for me, wanting me to take you, love you, give you so much pleasure you can’t do anything but take it. Do you want that, love?”

I nod. “Very much.”

“Sit back against the headboard,” he commands. Once I do as he bids, he grins. “I want you to watch. I want you to see everything. There’s no darkness here, only light.”

I want to cry. My heart is pounding so loudly because he’s giving me everything. Not only the sex, which I am so fucking ready for, but also the thing that has been haunting me. I only see the black haze around my memories. But in this, there’s no haze and no battle to lift it. He’s giving me my vision.

He pushes my knees apart, kissing the inside of my calf, then my knee, and then my thigh. He licks the sensitive skin before blowing softly there. Then inches higher, all the while making sure I’m watching him. If I didn’t have the support behind me, I would’ve melted into the bed when his tongue made its first swipe.

I moan his name, my fingers sliding into his hair, holding him there. Spencer licks and circles my clit with varying levels of pressure. I’m unable to do anything but let him take command of my body as he drives me insane with pleasure. My God, watching him is intoxicating. When his green eyes meet mine, I could come right there. The intensity of his stare drives me wild.

He moves his head side to side, licking and sucking, moving his tongue around and around. I can’t take much more. The intimacy of it all is too much. It feels too good. “I’m so close,” I mutter. “So close.”

“Let go, I’ll be here to hold you together.”

His finger slides into me as he latches his mouth onto my clit, flicking, sucking, and licking harder. I want to let go. I want to fall apart in his arms because this is what I have always wished for. For him to be the one to catch me.

My legs begin to shake, and the climax nears. I can’t fight it—I don’twantto fight it, so I let him push me into a freefall. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me, washing away all the sadness and anxiety and leaving me raw and sated.

He pulls my hips so I’m flat on the bed and braces over me. “You are so beautiful when you come.”

“You make me feel beautiful.”

“Look at me, Brielle.” I turn my head back to him. “I want to make love to you, but I need you to tell me it’s what you want.”

What a silly thought. This is all I want. It’s every fantasy I’ve ever had coming true. “More than anything.”

He reaches over to the left drawer, grabs a condom, and rolls it on. When he’s settled over me again, he pushes forward just a little. I don’t want to wait. I don’t want hesitation. I wrap my legs around him and lift my hips.

“Spencer. Now.”

He slides in deep in one thrust. The two of us gasp, and I tighten around him. He feels so good. I never could’ve imagined how perfectly he would fit inside me, as though he were made for me.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters. “Fuck, you . . . you feel . . .”

“Perfect.” I finish the sentence.

He takes my mouth in a searing kiss, and there are no more words between us. He sets a pace that leaves no room for any talking. The only sounds are our ragged breaths and skin meeting skin. Sweat breaks out on his forehead, and I can see the strain of him fighting back, wanting this to go on forever.

I push against his chest, wanting control again. I want to be what makes him finally lose it. He flips onto his back, taking me with him so I am on top, sliding down on his cock. I rest my hands on his chest, moving slowly, and the friction on my clit starts to build another climax.

Spencer’s fingers dig into my hips as he urges me to ride him a little faster. Once I’m at the pace he wants, he moves his hands to my breasts. His expert fingers touch me in the right way, kneading before he moves to my nipples, pinching and tugging playfully.

“Please,” I manage to get out. “Please don’t stop.”

“You’re close. Your tight, hot pussy is clenching around my dick. You want to come again. Your body knows . . .”

“Yes,” I moan.

He shifts to wedge his finger between us and starts to rub my clit again. It is both amazing and painful. I’m wrung out and overwhelmed. It’s too much. I can’t do it again, but Spencer is determined.