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I didn’t give her time to make it there.

I dragged her to the spot instead.

My arms wound under her legs, and I let go with one so I could pull up a chair.

I plopped down like a man showing up at a feast, then wedged myself back between her thighs.

I used my hands to spread her wide.

Her pink pussy glistened, and the scent of her arousal sent a rush of lightheadedness through my brain.

The oath I’d made howled somewhere in the periphery.

A warning that I was committing an unforgivable sin. Yesterday could possibly be written away as error. A mistake. Swept in a delusion.

But this?

This I was choosing.

“Drenched, aren’t you, Lena? Drenched and throbbing.”

The years of pent-up need refused to be contained and ripped off my tongue on rugged, abrasive words.

“That’s the way you always have me, Trevan. Don’t you know? Don’t you know that every time you get near me, my body reacts?”

Her admission knocked through me like I was in the middle of a boxing match.

Not sure who the fuck my opponent was supposed to be or who I was supposed to be fighting for.

Me or her or Silas.

I knew in a beat.

It was her.

It was always, always her.

Even if that meant keeping myself away.

I wasn’t doing a very bang-up job of it considering I muttered, “I feel it, Lena. Way you go hot every time our skin brushes. Every time those eyes skate over me from across the room. When I hold you at night and you’re murmuring my name.”

The confessions just kept pouring out.

“I’ve dreamed of you a thousand times,” she whispered.

A fool, I turned to kiss the inside of her thigh, still gripping onto both sides.

My lips pressed to the soft, delicate flesh. “Just this once, Elena.”

In it was an apology. The last reserves of my conscience.

Before I gave.

I pressed my nose to her slit and ran it up the length.

Inhaling as I went.

“So sweet.”