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I devour her in meticulous detail, taking my time until she’s moaning and pleading, rocking against me, her hips moving in a slow, sensuous roll. She’s cupping her own breasts, tweaking her nipples as I watch, and I’m moving with her, matching her rhythm as my tongue explores her, teasing her, tasting her.

I tease her with feather-light flicks of my tongue, drawing strangled gasps from her lips. When I suck at her sensitive clit, rolling it with my tongue, she cries out, reaching down to grab a handful of my hair. I slide two fingers into her dripping cunt, crooking them to stroke that sensitive spot inside her.

I’m drunk on her, on the dew flooding out of her, and her thighs tremble around my face as I drive her closer to the edge. I can feel her inner walls fluttering around my fingers, taste the next flood of her arousal coating my tongue.

She’s close, so close.

The selfish part of me wants to keep her here, just like this, edge her for hours, but I’m too greedy for her. I want her to come on my tongue, fill up my mouth with that glorious cream, so I redouble my efforts, lavishing her clit with hard, fast strokes of my tongue. My fingers work inside her, rubbing over her most sensitive spot with every thrust. Her moans blend into a keening wail, her body tensing.

I don’t break the rhythm to demand that she come for me. I don’t need to; she’s watching me eat her, eyes widening when I look up at her, and then she shatters with a cry, clenching down on my fingers as she rides out her ecstasy, and I drink her in.

I don’t stop, determined to draw out her pleasure for as long as possible. Her cries turn hoarse but I can feel the tremors still rolling through her, can taste change in flavor, the bitter edge to the sweet, just as addictive, just as delicious…

Only when her thighs fall open and her fingers loosen in my hair do I raise my head, gazing up at her with a satisfied smirk. Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath, eyes glassy with pleasure.

“You were right,” she pants out.

“About?”

“That was fucking incendiary.”

A sense of deep satisfaction rolls through me, just as blissful as any orgasm. I sit up with a grin, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”

Her eyes widen, pupils dilating with desire and trepidation. Before she can respond I’ve captured her lips again, kissing her deeply as my hands roam over her flushed skin. She sighs into my mouth, murmuring something.

“What is it, darling?” I ask, pulling back a little. “What did you say?”

She says it again. Clearer. “Never felt like that before,” she sighs. “Never so...”

I feel it too, though I can’t bring myself to say it.

There’s a puzzled little crease to her brows and for a moment I almost panic. This is it, I think. A moment from now, she’ll realize what a terrible person she’s just fucked, and she’ll push me away, run out the door.

But that’s not what she does. Not at all.

She reaches out her arms to me with a soft smile, and when I lean into them, a little wary, she just wraps me up tighter, runs her lips over mine, and hooks her leg over my hips. “Let’s do it like this, next,” she murmurs. “I want to watch your face when you come.”

I always get what I want. My whole life, everything has been mine to merely pick and choose between. Clothes. Jewels. Women.

But right now, I’d sacrifice anything.Everything. To give Natalie what she wants.

“Your wish is my command,” I purr, and I slide my hand between her still-damp thighs.

CHAPTER17

NATALIE

The heavy door of Alessa’s townhouse closes behind me with a muffled thud. I step out into the bustling rush hour streets, my mind swirling with the revelations and unexpected intimacy Alessa and I just shared behind closed doors.

Just hours ago, I was a principled FBI agent carrying out an undercover mission.

Now everything is more complicated than I ever could have imagined.

It’s not just the sex—though, God, that’s a huge complication, one that I can’t even think about right now.

But Alessa revealed secrets to me that could destroy innocent lives. Her work ing rescuing women from the Mancini Family’s clutches, sheltering them secretly at the Ruby until they can safely start new lives far away from here…

It’s true. I know it is, because I saw Sienna with my own eyes, and I know Alessa was telling me the truth.

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