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Still, somewhere beneath it, enough control remained to keep me from marking her tender skin. I wanted to bite harder. Suck bruises into her throat. Leave my fingerprints on those soft hips.

That would have to wait for another time—if I was lucky enough to get one.

I lowered my mouth to the tight peak of her breast, dragged my teeth lightly over it, then drew it into my mouth.

A husky moan escaped her.

There it was again.

She arched into me, her hands dropping to my shoulders as I licked and teased her breast, drawing the nipple between my lips again while her breathing grew faster.

I dropped to one knee.

Her breast was at the perfect height for my mouth, and I sucked her nipple and lavished kisses over her breast before nipping my way to the other. My free hand slid down her wet back, fingertips grazing the cleft between her cheeks before curving around the fullness of her ass.

She jolted beneath my touch. A loud whimper followed, and her fingers dug into my shoulders.

My girl was already close.

And fuck, I couldn’t wait to push her the rest of the way.

“That’s my good girl.” I murmured the words against her nipple, remembering exactly how she’d responded to praise before. “Let yourself fall. I’ll catch you.”

Her whimper climbed into a high, desperate whine.

I slid my hand over her hip and down across her stomach before slipping my thumb between her folds.

The first circle over that hard little nub made her rise up on her toes.

I did it again.

And again.

Isabella came apart beneath my hand.

Every muscle in her body pulled tight as she chased the pressure of my thumb, and I kept the same rhythm, wringing every last tremor from her orgasm.

I released her breast and shifted back enough to see her face.

God.

It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

Her head tipped back against the wall, lips parted as though she were trying to form words that wouldn’t come. Her brow pinched tight, eyes squeezed shut, pleasure written across every delicate feature.

I memorized every fucking detail.

Then her knees buckled.

I caught her at the hips before she could slide down the wall, holding her steady while the last shudders moved through her.

“Fuck, Mouse.” I stared up at her. “Look at you falling apart in my hands.”

Her eyes finally opened.

“That was one.” My thumb moved lazily over her hip. “And I’m only getting started.”

For several seconds, she simply breathed.