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He grins. “You should. You were incredible. Let’s do that more often.”
I press my forehead to his. “Thanks for letting me have that. For trusting me with… everything.”
He strokes my cheek. “You’re the only one who ever has.”
My heart breaks a little. And then it rebuilds itself stronger. Because this? Us? This is how it’s supposed to be.
He holds me there, tucked into his lap, and I think—no, I know—I’ll never be afraid again.
His lips skim my cheek, warm and reverent. But there’s something else in his expression when he pulls back—a hunger that hasn’t been sated, not really. Not until I’m shaking for him, too.
“You know what I’ve been thinking about this whole time?” he murmurs, fingers grazing the back of my neck.
I raise a brow. “Besides my talented rookie tongue?”
He huffs out a breath. “That you went down on me, and I didn’t even check how wet it made you.”
A spark of heat flickers low in my belly. “You want to check?”
He doesn’t answer with words. His hand slides down between us, bold and possessive.
“Up,” he says softly, lifting me enough to pull both jeans and panties down to my knees. I’m completely exposed in his lap now, legs spread over his thighs, and the heat in his eyes damn near sets me on fire.
“Fuck,” he breathes, cupping me. “You’re soaked.”
“Well, you are really hot,” I tease, voice shaky with want. “And your cock is like a work of art.”
“God, Vi…” He strokes between my folds, dragging slickness up to circle my clit. “This is from sucking me off? From owning me like that?”
My breath catches. “Yeah. I liked it. I liked making you lose control.”
He groans low in his throat, his fingers sliding lower, dipping into me. “You liked being in charge. Now it’s my turn.”
One thick finger pushes inside me, then another, slow and deliberate. His other hand strokes my back, grounding me even as he builds me higher. His thumb brushes my clit with just the right pressure, and my hips roll into him on instinct.
“That’s it,” he whispers against my jaw. “Let go for me, baby. I want to feel you come all over my fingers. Show how I reward my girl for sucking me so damn good.”
I bury my face in his neck as he works me, his thumb moving in slow, dirty circles while his fingers curl and press in exactly the right spot.
I shatter.
My body clenches around him, thighs trembling, vision blurring. He doesn’t stop—rides it out with me, whispering praise into my skin until I slump forward, boneless and buzzing.
When I finally lift my head, he’s watching me with so much love it makes my heart ache.
“You okay?” he asks, brushing a damp strand of hair off my forehead.
“More than okay,” I manage. “I feel like I could fight God.”
He grins, slow and filthy. “You wanna go again first?”
I laugh against his chest, still pulsing with aftershocks. “Let’s just sit here for a minute.”
We stay wrapped up like that—naked, sticky, completely undone and completely whole. And for the first time in my life, I don’t just feel safe.
I feel invincible.
Chapter Twenty
