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“I’m not doing anything, my love,” he said.

My body let go of another shiver as his hand slowly moved closer to my aching pussy.

“Jace.”

“Catherine.”

“What are you… I…”

His fingers grazed over my pussy lips and it almost blew me through the roof. I was so sensitive and so wanton for him. Even in my exhaustion. Even in the hazy cloud of tiredness that consumed me day in and day out, I felt my nipples pucker for him. I felt my legs spread wider for him. His fingers slid up and down my slit, teasing me and caressed me as my hips rose to gain more of his touch.

“Jace,” I said with a whisper.

I felt his lips fall to my neck and my head fell off to the side. A moan escaped my lips. A lust-filled moan that trickled out to the corners of the room. His fingers parted my folds. I felt juices rush down my slit and drip down my ass crack. He groaned into the crook of my neck as goosebumps rushed down my body, causing my hips to roll into his hand.

“I love you,” he said into my skin.

“I love you too,” I said breathlessly.

“I love you, Catherine. I’ll never stop saying it,” he said as his fingertips found my clit. “I’ll never stop telling you.”

“Oh Jace.”

“I’ll never stop spoiling you. And touching you. And caressing you. And drinking you down.”

His fingers circled my swollen nub and it sent shockwaves of unfulfilled desire throughout my veins.

“Jace. Please,” I said with a whimper.

“I’ll spend every night for the rest of my life making this up to you,” he whispered into my skin. “I’ll spend every night memorizing every line of your changing body until you’ve been memorized by my skin.”

He circled faster and faster, sending me into a spiraling frenzy as my hips bucked against his hand.

“Jace. Jace. Please, Jace. Don’t stop. I need it. I want it. Give it to me, please. It’s been so long.”

“Too long,” he said with a groan. “It’s been too long.”

He kissed and licked and sucked at my skin, filling my body with a heat all too familiar. Anya had taken a toll on everything. Our happiness. Our stability. Our focus. Our energy. Our sex life. My body was a molten pit of churning passion and Jace was touching every single button I’d craved for him to touch for weeks. My heels planted into the mattress and I bucked into his hand, silently begging for more of him as his lips nibbled along my neck. My shoulder. My chest.

“I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cu-”

He crashed his lips against mine, swallowing my sounds as my body shook against him. My pussy dripped with arousal as his fingers slid into my tightened body. He curled them up, beckoning for me to cum again as I unraveled against his body. I spiraled into another orgasm that let me breathless. One that shook the walls and blurred my vision and stopped my heart in my chest.

My hands flew to his hair, sliding through his damp tendrils as my eyes fluttered open to meet his.

“I love you,” I said as tears crested the folds of my eyes.

“And I’m not done with you yet,” Jace said.

Then his eyes darkened and his body raced down mine, and soon I felt his tongue against my throbbing clit.

Twenty-Seven

Jace

Two Weeks Later

“I don’t want to be induced. Jace. We said we weren’t… weren’t going to do any of that.”

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