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Time.

Give it time, he reminded himself.

But he couldn’t hold back the sound of approval winding its way up his throat.

She was glistening.

So fucking wet for him.

“Good girl,” Merrick grated as his eyes flew over all the hot silkiness before him.

She was so perfect.

His cock twitched remembering how tight she’d been, remembering the warmth folding around him, and he dragged a finger up her thigh, slowly moving it up her stomach, then down again, resting just above her clit.

Another wave of her scent washed over him, and he groaned as heat shot through his limbs. He was grateful she couldn’t touch him right now. He might have fucking come if her skin came anywhere near his cock.

Merrick forced himself to move slowly, but as his fingers sank into her warmth, her pussy opening for him as she spread her legs, it proved impossible.

He groaned again as he cupped her, applying the pressure she needed, and as her head lolled back, he began stroking her, letting his fingers travel between her wet folds, his thumb brushing her clit with a featherlight touch until he drew another cry from her.

Gods, she was so wet.

So fucking ready.

He couldn’t wait to sink into all that warm wet heat. But not yet.

Sloppy wet sounds filled the room, and Merrick began moving faster, letting his middle finger tease her entrance until she bucked against him, riding his hand.

“You’re so fucking good,” he praised. “I love it when you take what you want.”

She only whimpered in response, and he finally slipped his finger all the way in.

Her moan was as loud as his own.

He’d known it the first time they were together, but this female would be the end of him.

The absolute fucking end.

Adding another finger, Merrick leaned forward, finally tasting her as he increased his speed.

His hand slapped against her pussy as he drove his fingers into her.

Harder.

Faster.

His tongue lapped at her clit, and he nearly fucking came when she screamed his name, then followed with a jumbled mess of words as she pressed herself against his face.

Yes.

Fight for it,he thought as Lessia ground against him.

Always. Fucking. Fight.

Merrick could feel her walls tightening, so he moved faster, thrusting his fingers deeper into her as his teeth skimmed her clit.

She cried out again, and Merrick bit down on the hard bundle, sucking it into his mouth and adding a third finger when her body shot toward him.