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“Still an innocent,” I murmur. My thumb trails over her pulse point, her jaw, to her pink lips. “Have these lips touched another mouth?”

“Only yours.”

“That’s right,” I growl, pulling the bottom one down. My tongue darts out, tasting her flesh. “And I’ll be the only one who ever gets to taste you.”

It takes every bit of strength I have, but I step back and dial in this possessive need to have her. She’s still untouched; this is all new for her. I’ll take it slow.

“Bed.”

Maybe.

Her knees tremble as she crawls onto it. The sight almost undoes me. Her perk ass swings in the air before she turns and holds her legs to her chest.

Nope, that’s not what I want.

Kneeling on the bed, I yank her legs away, pinning them apart. Her dripping cunt looks back at me, unshaved and pure.

“You really shouldn’t have sent me that picture,” I mutter, hunger curling around my gut. “This is your fault.”

I nestle between her legs and inhale. My sunshine digs her nails into my scalp, trying to stop me. The bite of pain brings a smile to my face because no way in hell this is stopping.

“Wait,” she pants, eyes wide. “I have my period.”

“I don’t fucking care,” I growl, lifting her hips toward me.

I let the monster—her monster, the one she created—possess me and dive forward. My tongue explodes with her essence, the slight tinge of metal only heightening my need, and I moan. Paradise. This is pure paradise, as I drink from between her legs.

My tongue swirls, feeling her jump with every flick. She’s so wet, my tongue glides over her folds. Those nails turn harsh, tugging me closer, her need brimming underneath. I suck and bite, raking my teeth over her sensitive clit.

She groans, voice thick and rich, and I want to drink it in, let it sustain me. Those noises alone could be all I need in this life.

Pulling back, I nip her thigh, feeling the muscle underneath. God, I love her legs.

“Quiet, Sunshine. You don’t want someone interrupting.”

I’d kill them on the spot.

The viciousness strikes me. Holy fuck. This woman has made me break every covenant—turned me into a murderous man who would end anyone at her request.

Not a lick of guilt strikes me, either. I would kill for her—gladly, happily. Because she’s the altar I pray to, and I refuse to upset my goddess with my disobedience.

Valentina pants, chest heaving, and shakes her head. “I don’t—what is this?”

“This is me,” I say, giving her seam another thorough lick, “eating your cunt. It’s a fucking delicacy. One that only belongs to me.”

She shudders as I hit a spot with my tongue. Found it.

“I didn’t know this was possible.”

Chuckling, I clamp my lips around her clit and suck. She shoots upright, and I place a hand on her mouth.

“This is possible with me, Sunshine. Only fucking me. Now, lie back. I’m far from being done with you.”

She drops back, and I return with earnestness. Tasting her is one thing, but hearing those moans—knowing I pull them out of her—is another. I need to hear my name on her lips. I need to hear her beg me to stop. The drive is so fucking intense, I almost miss the moment her body crests.

Pulling back, I keep my tongue going as I grind against her comforter, trying to soothe my raging dick. I’ve had hard-ons before, but this is torture. And this bit of pressure won’t do it.

“Cazzo,” she breathes, and I keep going, flicking against her sensitive nub. Her hips chase my face, begging for more, and I oblige. More pressure, longer strokes, and I bite down as she comes.