Page 189 of Accidental Husband

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Her breath hitches.

Her thighs fight my hands.

Her fingers curl into my hair.

I press my palms against her inner thighs. Not hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to remind her she's mine.

"Fuck, Griff." She tugs at my hair. "Don't stop."

For a moment, I look up at her. Watch her brow soften, her cheeks flush, her lips part.

She isn't thinking about our fight. Or her scars. Or our drunk wedding ceremony.

She's right here. In this moment. Under my control.

Mine.

I want that so fucking badly.

I bring my mouth to her clit.

Lick her just how she needs me.

Again and again and again.

Until she's panting and writhing and shaking.

Then harder.

Harder.

There—

"Fuck." She rakes her nails over my stomach. "Griff." Her breath hitches. "Fuck."

I keep that same steady pace.

I bring her right to the edge.

Almost.

Almost.

There.

Jules pulses against my lips.

She groans my name as she comes. Her voice hits a fever pitch, then it gets lower. Softer. Like she's slipping into a world of pure, blinding bliss.

It's the best thing I've ever heard.

But I still need more.

I give her a second to catch her breath, then I bring my lips to her clit.

I push her right back to the edge.

Then over it.

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