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“Oh my God.” My back arches off the bed. His hands are so big, so hot, and he handles me like I’m made of something precious. And also like he’s two seconds away from devouring me whole.

He pinches my nipple, rough and greedy, which sends electricity shooting down my spine. The other hand slides down my body, over my stomach, and hooks into my panties. He drags them down, slow, making a show of it. “Show off.”

“What am I showing off?” He smirks down at me.

“Your seduction skills.” I mutter as he kisses his way down my chest, closing his mouth over my nipple and sucking, hard.

My hands fly to his hair, clutching at the short, sweat-damp strands at the back of his head. He groans, tongue flicking over the tip, sucking again, and I lose the ability to form complete sentences. I can’t do anything except moan and writhe and hold on for dear life.

He kisses his way across my chest to the other boob, “You’re the only one I ever want to seduce.” Before I have time to respond, he gives the other nipple same ruthless, focused attention. My brain completely shuts down and I forget all about the topic.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp. “Holy shit.”

He laughs, a low, filthy sound, but it’s with me, not at me. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

Then his mouth is everywhere. Down my ribs, pausing at my tattoo, tongue flicking over the ink. His hands never stop moving, greedy and reverent at once, squeezing my hips, spreading me open wide.

I’m laid out flat, nothing but heat and want and the desperate, slightly hysterical need to have him now.

He slides down, settles between my thighs, and just pauses to look at me. The city lights turn his hair gold at the edges, his face dark and intent.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.

I can’t form words. I think I make a sound, but it’s swallowed up in the next second when he kisses his way up my inner thigh.

His tongue is hot, his hands heavy, and every single nerve ending in my body is screaming with want. He licks a stripe up the center of my pussy, slow, deliberate, and my hips shoot off the bed.

He moans against me, like I’m the one driving him crazy, and holy hell, that does things to me. He doesn’t rush. Just licks and sucks, using his mouth with single-minded devotion.

He pushes two big fingers into me, and I nearly lose my mind. My body clamps down, greedy, desperate.

I make a sound that is not human. More like a fire alarm, if the fire alarm could moan.

Holy. Moly. Moly.

His tongue swirls around my clit and his fingers are absolutely ruthless. He curves them just right, and suddenly I’m orbiting a different planet, somewhere between heaven and blackout.

I fumble for something to grab, digging my nails into his shoulders and he just groans like he loves it, like being suffocated by my thighs is his actual life calling.

“Fuck, Mia,” he growls against me. “You taste so goddamn good. Can’t get enough.”

I literally can’t string two thoughts together. All I can do is buck against his mouth. No apology. Not even a smidge of dignity left.

He doubles down, pinning my thighs wide with those giant hands, and goes at it like he’s trying to win a championship for going down on me. Every flick, every nip, every fucking swirl of his tongue is like an electric current straight to my soul.

“Oh my god, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I babble. It’s not even real language at this point.

He lifts his head, lips glistening, dark eyes locked on mine. And then, as if I wasn’t wrecked enough, he licks his lips slow. “Mine,” he says, like a soul-altering declaration.

My mind and body shatter as an orgasm slams through me, sharp and wild. Every single muscle seizes. My heels dig into his back, my hands in his hair, hips driving up into his face like I’m possessed.

He groans, eating up every last tremor, slow and greedy. He doesn’t stop, not even when I’m shaking uncontrollably, riding wave after wave.

He finally drags himself up my body, peppering kisses across my ribs, my boobs, my throat. When he reaches my mouth, he kisses me filthy and deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue. Oh, holy moly.

I whimper into his mouth because there’s literally nothing left of me except for raw need.

His stubble scrapes my chin as he claims my mouth again, greedy and unfiltered, then slower, like he needs to memorize how I taste. My legs are trembling around his hips, my arms are limp and I’m basically a human puddle.