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I dare not say anything to break the spell, not that I think I’d be able to. Dodger’s fingers dip underneath my panties and run along my stomach, and I wait with bated breath for what he’s going to do next.

And his next move is dropping to his haunches in front of me, peeling my panties down with him, and spreading my thighs wider.

Then his mouth is right there.

On my clit, sucking for a second before his devilish tongue comes out to taste me.

I shamelessly moan as my hands begin tugging at the cuffs to touch him, but I can’t. It causes a helplessness to course through me, but not in a scared way, just a want.

All want.

Dodger eats me out like I’m his dinner, and he’s not gentle about it.

He’s starving.

I feel myself growing wetter by the second as he licks, sucks, and breathes me in. The tip of his nose slides up and down my clit as his tongue slides against my cunt, and I wiggle from the intimacy and intensity of every nerve ending he’s touching. Each way he’s making the butterflies in my stomach clench and flutter.

And when I’m on the verge of coming on his face and screaming my release, he abruptly stands, spins me around, and pushes me chest-first onto his bed.

My hair falls in a mess around my head and face as I blow it away to no avail.

Panting, I wiggle my fingers to remind myself I’m still awake, that this is really happening and I didn’t somehow, somewhere, crash and fall asleep.

But Dodger rids me of those doubts because I suddenly feel the tip of his hard cock against my entrance, and before I can hold my breath for what he’s going to do next, he thrusts into me in one stroke without anything else as a warning.

No words.

No more warm-up.

Just animalistic desire coursing through him and his impatience. My body lunges forward with each propel of his hips, and my body has no grounding but to lie vulnerable and there for him.

The thought sends another rippling wave of pleasure coursing through me as Dodger just takes what he wants.

What he needs.

His palm lands on the base of my spine after a minute to keep me from lunging too far away from him, but my thighs along the edge of the bed won’t get me far.

And when he growls, my pussy clenches around him because it is the most attractive sound I’ve ever heard Dodger make.

It shows me what I’ve wanted to see all along.

“It feels like you’ve been waitin’ for me, Adeline,” he grinds out, pushing a tad harder on my back. “You’re tight as hell and such a perfect fit for my cock.”

He’s not wrong.

I have been waiting for him.

But I’m a little too prideful to admit it out loud. However, Dodger has other plans.

Scooping me up by my waist, he pulls me up to stand and slips out of me. I almost cry out for him to continue, but he turns me around to face him and lifts me to sit along the edge of his bed.

Face-to-face, so I have to say things.

Things I’m too much of a coward to say now.

“Spread your thighs all the way,” he orders, which means he’s going to see all of me. All of me. And no one has ever asked— “Adeline…”

I’ve never seen Dodger so assertive before.