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Her submission alone could make me combust. I release one wrist, trail my hand down her chest, and over the lace.

My fingers trace the curve of her breast before I pinch hernipple through fabric until she cries out. My mouth follows, tugging the lace aside, sucking her until she writhes.

“Jax, please?—”

“Patience.” I slide my hand lower, teasing the waistband of her panties before slipping beneath.

I find her slick and desperate. Her body is already begging, and I groan in appreciation.

Her head thrashes against the pillow, sacred cries spilling like confessions she’ll never say out loud. I push two fingers inside, curling just right, and her whole body bows. Her back arches, and her throat is bare to me.

“That’s it,” I murmur, my mouth at her ear, my rhythm steady and ruthless. “Take what I give you.”

She shatters once, then again when I don’t stop. When I keep her pinned, keep her gasping, keep her unable to control anything except the way she presses against me as though her life depends on it, I kiss her hard as a reward.

I strip the last barrier from her body and thrust inside. It’s not fast. It’s deep and possessive. Her nails score my back like dates carved into a prison wall.

Her moans muffle against my shoulder. I don’t stop until she’s quaking again, until the sheets twist around us like ropes, and until my name breaks from her lips.

I come undone buried inside her. The sound of her release is the only permission I need to lose the control I swore I’d keep.

And when the silence finally settles, her body boneless beneath mine, her breath tangled with mine, I know the wine here will never taste the same again.

It now holds the secret of the one night I stopped being untouchable and let myself be hers. I know the truth I’ve been swallowing all day has already written itself into my bones.

I’m hers.

And when this burns us both to ash, it won’t be because I didn’t see it coming. It’ll be because I chose the fire anyway.

Chapter Twenty-Four

LIVIANNA/LILY

Then

Tiny Treasures & Terrible Timing

Now what?

Jax and I are at his vineyard, and surprisingly, he’s still asleep. Not me.

No, I’m sitting on the toilet lid with my knee bouncing up and down, trying to figure out a way out of this mess.

What the fuck were we thinking? We didn’t use condoms last night, and he knows I’m not on birth control. I was beyond buzzed, but shit, he knew better.

For a man who wants everything to go his way, he certainly is playing with something more than fire.

There’s a knock at the door. “Livianna, is everything okay?”

“Yes. Why?”

“You’ve been in there for a while. I thought I let you overindulge, and you’re in there getting sick.”

Rage ignitesinside me.

I stand and swing the door open. “You thought you let me overindulge? I think you’re the one who overindulged, buddy.”

“Buddy?” His chin jerks back and he stares down at me. “What’s this about, Livianna?”