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“Oh fuck,” she groans in mock irritation. “You’re going to torture me now, aren’t you?”

“Of course not, love,” I murmur against her neck as my hands roam her body freely. “No torture. Just pleasure.” I reach between us and find her pussy soaked, her folds swollen and hot against my fingers. “Mmm.”

“Yes,” she gasps, her blunt nails digging into my back. I move down her body until my shoulders push against the inside of her thighs. I look up at her once more, checking to see that she is still with me.

Vanessa gives me a nod, and I flatten my tongue against her seam, giving it a long, deep lick. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she holds my head in place. Her hips jerk when I do not immediately lick her again.

I spread her folds, marveling at the beauty of her, the scent of her. I cannot believe her body is mine to cherish. Then I thrust my tongue deep into her center, and she lets out a scream I am certain the neighbors will hear. I pull back and look up at her as she thrashes beneath my tongue. “Good girl,” I tell her. “Let go. I have you.”

Then I resume feasting on her core, lapping up every drop of honey her body provides as I suck and lick along her folds. I uncover the swollen bud of nerves at the top of her seam and focus all my attention on it. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream.

It takes only two laps around the outside of her clit before her thighs begin to shake against the sides of my head.

I slide two fingers inside her as I whisper, “Yes, love. Come for me.”

She does. Vanessa’s body freezes, and her face contorts into blissful agony as her cunt flutters around my fingers, her feet kicking up in the air. I continue thrusting my fingers in and out of her body as I climb up until our lips are almost touching.

As she starts to come down, her eyelids open in a mere sliver, but when she sees how my body is positioned, and that my cock is mere inches from her entrance, they fly open in alarm. “No!”

I release her entirely, and back away on the couch, holding up my hands. “It is okay, Vanessa. I was not going to proceed without your permission.” I would be offended by the horror and disgust on her face at the idea of me taking her how I wish, but her past pain is too thick to break through. Patience is what she needs.

Her chest is heaving as her breaths come out in rapid pants. She flattens her palm against her forehead, and then I see tears sliding down her cheeks.

“Vanessa?” I want nothing more than to gather her in my arms, but will the embrace be welcomed?

“I’m so sorry,” she whimpers, shaking her head. “Fuck, I hate this. I’m s-so embarrassed.”

Shame is not an emotion that should be anywhere inside her mind right now, and I hate Trevor even more for putting it there. “It is okay,” I tell her in a soft tone. “Truly. There is nothing to be embarrassed about.” I rest my hands lightly on her thighs, and once she feels my touch, she grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me in until I am on top of her.

She sniffles against my neck, trying to compose herself. “I wish I could do this. Iwantto do this, and usually thewantisn’t even there. But with you…” she trails off as she pulls back to look at me.

Even with her cheeks stained with tears, Vanessa is the most angelic creature I have ever seen. This world does not deserve her.

“It is okay,” I whisper again before pressing my lips against hers. “There is no rush.”

She nods, unconvinced, before wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me back down against her body.

Eventually, once her tears have dried, I turn us until we lay side by side.

She falls asleep in my arms as I continue placing gentle kisses along her hair and temple. Though the cushions are a tight, uncomfortable fit, and the couch itself is broken beyond repair, there is nowhere I would rather be.

CHAPTER 12

VANESSA

The doorbell jolts me awake, and immediately sends me into panic mode when I look down and realize Axil and I are still naked on the couch. He’s chuckling quietly as I scramble to my feet, looking for my towel. “What’s so funny? Someone’s here!”

“I have never seen you so skittish. Does the doorbell always illicit this kind of reaction?” he asks, putting his hands behind his head in a carefree way that makes him look irritatingly smug, but also shows off his massive biceps covered in tattoos, making me want to crawl on top of him and trace the lines with my tongue.

“Somebody is waiting for me out there,” I whisper. “Cover yourself up.”

He shrugs. “So make them wait.”

I stare at him, blinking rapidly. How is he so calm right now?

Axil grunts as his eyes land on my breasts. He shakes his head. “You are so beautiful. You must know that already, though.”

My stomach flutters at his words, and I can feel my cheeks turning red. “I certainly don’t mind hearing it,” I say, my words coming out low and quiet. “Yes!” I shout when I find the towel. Grabbing it off the floor, I wrap it around myself, and then take a moment to de-sex my hair, because I have no doubt its messiness reveals exactly what we were doing. “It’s not just the doorbell,” I reply to his earlier question. “The phone too.”

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