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A deep grumble leaves my chest when one of her hands trails down my neck, digging in, and I’m sure she’s leaving marks. It’s sexy, knowing I’ll walk around with evidence my fiancée is pleasured by me. Thinking of pleasure, my eyes drop to the pink toy beside her, and I can’t help but ask, “What other toys do you have?”

“A dildo,” she says quietly. “But they are new. I, ugh, just brought them today.”

I smirk, loving the fact she’s shy about buying toys. It’s adorable, but to me, the fact she’s purchasing toys is hot. Even though she wouldn’t need a dildo with me. I’ll happily fuck her anytime she needs, now that I’ve crossed the line. It would be a fucking honor.

My hand drifts to her thigh as it quivers, and her mouth falls open on a silent pant. As if hating the loss of my fingers inside her and chasing them again.

“What were you thinking about before I walked in?”

“You,” she whispers back.

My mouth tips up even more, and I slip my fingers back inside her pussy. Her walls clench down hard on them, and her breaths become whimpers. I return to the slow movements, and she lets out a long, guttural sound. My gaze locks onto the pleasure exploding across her face. I don’t stop my fingers from moving along her walls, hitting her G-spot. Her hips ride my hand, and it isn’t long before her orgasm slams into her.

It's fucking hot to watch.

She’s incredible.

“That was amazing,” I say, slipping my fingers gently out, and her whole body shudders.

Her face tilts to the side, and I love the flush on her face. Bringing my lips to hers, I can’t help but swipe my tongue along the seam of her lips, and then kiss her passionately with everything I have left.

Chapter 26

Tahlia

I guess we’re even now. I found him pleasuring himself, and now he’s come home to find me doing it too.

The way he’s looking at me, it’s like I flipped a switch in him. Turning his brain off and finally allowing himself to give in.

Maybe the purchases today were worth the disaster to get them.

His lips control the deep kiss we’ve found ourselves in. With a moan, my hands jerk him onto the bed, and his body moves to hover over mine. Closing me in and trapping me under him, he’s consuming me, but I’m not scared. No, I’m elated. Soaking in every sight, taste, and smell.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispers over my lips, his warm breath tickling my open mouth.

“Is this real?” I ask.

His boyish grin comes out, and I melt back farther into the bed. “I can’t believe it either. I wasn’t meant to touch you.”

“Ouch.” I wince.

He drops his chin so I can’t see his eyes and shakes his head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it to come out like that.”

Butterflies hit my stomach at the sincerity of his words. He tips his head up, his eyes stare down at me. Taking me in. It’s as if he can’t believe this feels just as good for him as it does for me.

His face tightens and nerves hit me. Biting my lip between my teeth, I wonder what he’s thinking, but I’m giving him the time he needs to speak. The crossing of his own boundaries is clearly weighing heavily on him. His fingers touch my face in soft, slow strokes before he cups the side of my face. “I’m just messed up, and I didn’t want you tangled up in it.”

A frown creases deep between my brows. “What do you mean?”

He rolls to the side and onto his back. Tucking one arm behind his head, the other pats his chest with a small half smile.

I rise and rest my head on his hard chest, facing him. Enjoying the beat of his heart under my ear, I stay silent, waiting for him to speak. His hand goes to my forehead and then runs through my hair. My eyes flutter from the gentle touch.

“Tell me,” I plead softly, trying not to scare him away. I only want him to open up to me. So I can understand him.

His lip quirks, but then he sucks in a deep breath, pushing it out on a heavy exhale. “Whenever I’ve slept with a woman, I’ve never felt anything.”

I don’t understand, but instead of interrupting, I give him the chance to talk. He’s watching his hand move through my hair with fascination.

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