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All this is for me.

I take her swollen clit between my teeth, biting down on it gently. I knew the sensation would drive her wild, but I didn’t anticipate what would happen next as pleasure courses through me and my balls tighten in response.

“Fuck, Ves …” I swallow thickly, letting her arousal slide down my throat.

Her eyes drop to my pants. They’re dark, and they give nothing away. Still, she should know the effect that she has on me, even if it means admitting to a lack of control in her presence.

I’m not inexperienced in the bedroom at all, but it’s been a long-ass time since I’ve been with anyone.

Vesper deserves to revel in the power she wields over me, over my body whenever she’s in my vicinity, especially now that I’ve stolen my first taste of her.

“I just blew in my pants.”

Delight spreads across her face, reflected in her voice as she asks, “Like, fully came in them?”

I press the tip of my pointer finger against her entrance, and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Are you mocking my inability to hold it together around you, Vesper?”

She reaches down, wrapping her hand around mine and guiding my finger deeper until I’m all the way inside her.

I stroke her once, and my cock twitches in my pants. I might’ve already come, but I was never in any doubt over my ability to get hard again.

I think I could come a thousand times, and I’d still be ready to go again straight afterward.

“How about another?” I ask, a second finger poised and ready to dive inside.

She moans low, gushing over my hand when I take that as a yes and slide it home, curling my fingers along her front wall.

“Oh fuck.” Vesper’s voice is thick as I pump in and out of her from below. Her underwear and tights hang open around my hand like a testament to the years of my desperation. “I think I actually might come.”

I pause my movements, and she whimpers a protest.

“Why do you sound surprised?”

She cocks her head to one side, and the flush creeping down her neckline has nothing to do with the sexual precipice she’s dangling over.

“He …”

“Vesper,” I bite. Jesus, I fucking hate picturing my girl with another man, especially my brother, but I downright despise what I know she’s about to reveal. “Are you trying to tell me that Kane never made you come?”

She closes her eyes, and even in my barely lit living room, her flushed skin turns noticeably redder.

“Vesper,” I demand again.

Not waiting on a response—because I don’t fucking need one—I retract my fingers, suck them clean, and gather her into my arms.

I march us down my hallway until I reach my bedroom at the end and kick the door open, tossing her onto my mattress.

I like my bedroom minimal and clean, with painted floorboards, a light wooden bedframe and nightstands, and white linen bedding.

When I flick on the floor-level lighting, the room is bathed in a soft glow, and my girl looks freaking stunning as she lets me undress her in silence. The last item of clothing I remove is her lacy black bra before she’s naked and sprawled out on the bed. Still a little flushed but smiling so fucking big at me.

“I knew you’d look perfect in my bedroom,” I say, crawling over her body as she rests back on her elbows, hair dragging against the bedsheets as she gazes up at me with wide eyes.

I capture her mouth with mine, my tongue swiping along her lips before she opens for me, and I take the kiss deeper, dick now busting to break free from my pants.

Sex can wait. I need answers and orgasms before I get to have my own.