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“I need to know,” I whisper, setting a kiss on the bridge of her nose, “when was the last time a guy rocked your world or even made you come?”

“You don’t want to know that.”

I shake my head. “I really do.”

“No, you don’t,” she insists. “Details of me with another man will only hurt you.”

I exhale a deep breath. “I already know you’re not a virgin, so you won’t be telling me anything new.”

Pure uncertainty stares back at me, and I kneel between her legs, interlacing our fingers and kissing each one on her left hand.

“Silas.”

“Vesper, you asked me to beg earlier, and I’m not past doing it again.”

She watches me work my mouth between her full breasts, which make the perfect handful. Vesper’s skin is fair and flawless. She has the tiniest love heart tattoo etched into her left hip, and I pay it some attention with my tongue.

“I’ve climaxed before, just never at the hands of anyone else. It’s always been with a toy.”

My lips hover over her navel, pure rage threatening to swallow me whole. My hands shake, and I know she can feel it since my fingers are still threaded through hers.

“Tell me you’re fucking joking,” I growl against her stomach.

Her silence is answer enough, and I work my way back up her body until our mouths are millimeters apart, eyes boring into each other. It feels like Vesper’s looking into my soul. Perhaps that’s the case because I feel fully possessed by her. I think that’s been my reality for a long time. Only now, I have a chance to let my emotions run riot.

“I never joke about sex,” she murmurs against my lips. “My whole life, I’ve been waiting for that special connection. One that’s toe-curling, earth-shattering, mind-blowingly unforgettable.” She breathes a relaxed breath into my mouth, and I swallow down her words. “I think that’s why I’ve never orgasmed during foreplay or sex.”

“Because you’ve been waiting on something more?”

After a small beat, she nods.

I swallow. Hard.

“That more you’ve been searching for is me, Ves.”

When I release her hands from mine, dainty fingers find the zipper on the front of my pants.

She’s ready for me. Tonight.

“Then make me come,” she pleads, voice heavy with lust as a warm palm slides inside my pants, wrapping around my hard dick. “Show me everything I’ve been missing.”

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Silas

Our clothes are piled in a heap on my bedroom floor, and I’m gazing down at my dream girl.

Standing at the foot of my bed, I tighten my fist around my cock and pump it once, pre-cum leaking over my fingers.

Vesper looks on like she could swallow me whole and come back for second helpings.

Fuck, I’d love to feed her my dick. I’d drive to the back of her throat until she gagged and then pull out and start over.

But now is not the right time for that, and the beauty lying on my bed has had her quota of men who forwent her needs in favor of their own.

“Show me your pussy, Vesper.”