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Maybe it was the way he looked at her. All of that heat, all of that wonder. Aeryn couldn’t help but melt. Her breasts were bigger, her hips were wider, and he seemed bewitched.

And in case she had any doubts on that score, Vesuvius bent his head and took a nipple deep into his mouth, sucking on her and letting his teeth scrape gently against her oversensitive skin.

While he did this, he let his other hand play with her in much the same way. Until she was arching her back, pressing her breasts into his hands and his mouth, as if trying to become a part of him.

He shifted, crawling over her and letting his mouth mark her as he went, leaving a blazing trail of sensation that wound all the way down to her navel, and then further still.

Vesuvius made that growling noise again as he settled between her legs, hauled her thighs apart, and licked his way deep into all of her soft heat.

And then it was as if everything caught fire.

He ate at her, building her up to the edge and then retreating. He did this over and over again, until she was writhing beneath him. Sweating. Sobbing.

Not sure if she could survive all this pleasure at once.

Only then did he let her come. She shook so hard she thought maybe she screamed. She shook again and again, not sure that it was possible to live through it when it was so good, the pleasure so intense.

Then he did it again.

And again.

And he only stopped when she dug her fingers into his hair and tugged him up the length of her body.

He was laughing, kissing her body as he went, and it was as if no time had passed at all. It was as if they were the way they’d always been. Absolutely astonished by the way they felt together, unable to stop, and incapable of doing anything but glutting themselves on the pleasure of this.

There was a deep pain in that, but she shoved it aside and let it become part of the pleasure.

Aeryn pushed him back and he let her, laughing up at the ceiling as she crawled on top of him. And maybe he didn’t remember, but she did.

She had always done things like this, thinking she would teach him a lesson and give him a taste of his own medicine.

And every time, she was too damn impatient.

This time was no different.

She straddled him, her hands braced on his abdomen, and she felt herself shudder, everywhere, because she was so sensitive now. Having had a baby, maybe. Having come three times already, to boot.

Everything was so sensitive, and everything ached, and yet all she wanted was him. That great, hard length of him so deep inside her she forgot her own name.

Aeryn knelt up and she saw that gleam in his eyes change when he realized what she was doing. He sat up to help her, and then he was the one guiding her down so she could find the head of his cock, press it against her overheated entrance, and begin to work her way down that thick, long slide of him.

And even as soft as she was, as molten hot, it took effort.

Even after having his baby, it was the same exquisite bit of work to take all of him that it always had been.

He had teased her over the years. You always rush, he’d say. You always hurt yourself, my pretty, greedy little monster.

He didn’t say those things now, but she heard them all the same as she moved her hips, pushing herself down a scant inch and then waiting for her body to catch up. To stop resisting. To accommodate the size of him and let him in.

Every single time, it had been like this.

And just like every single one of those times, it was already worth it.

Because by the time she managed to take all of him, filling herself with him straight down to the root, she was already on the edge. All she had to do was contract, just a little, and she exploded.

This time with the feel of him, huge and heavy and hot inside of her.

He’d been known to call her a bedroom terrorist when she did this. He didn’t say that tonight. This time, his head dropped forward. His eyes closed and goose bumps rose all over his skin, and she knew that he was fighting back his own climax.