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Jolie sighs again, her body responding to every one of my touches.

“I don’t think I can endure another second of this,” she says. “This is... too much...”

I smile against her skin as I taste her. With her name groaning through my mouth, her thighs quake at my lips, her defenses already crumbling.

“Then don’t endure it,” I whisper back. “Feel it. Let yourself go. Let me take care of you.”

Her hands clutch the counter. Her hips tilt forward, seeking more of me.

“Fabien...”

My own name comes out as a high-pitched moan. I look up at her from between her trembling legs. She tugs at my hair, holding on for dear life, and I grip her thigh.

She holds out as long as she can, but I’m hungry for her. And, as she said, she can only endure so much.

When my woman finally comes undone, it’s in near silence. But to me, it’s loud. I hear every shuddering breath as she shatters apart in my mouth. I feel every quiver of her body as she finally lets herself go.

After everything we’ve gone through? After all that we’ve survived? This feels like a miracle.

I kiss the inside of her thigh while she recovers her breath.

“What you can do to me, Fabien...”

And then she collapses into my arms, still shaking. I tenderly kiss her neck, grateful to experience her like this again. My fingers travel through her soft hair.

“That was incredible,” she breathes into my shoulder.

“All for you,” I breathe back, still tasting her sweetness on my lips. “All for sticking by me, even when I was a dick.”

“How are you? How’s your wound?”

“Never better.”

“You’re not just being cocky?” she asks.

“This is the best medicine.”

“Well, then let me do something for you, Fabien. My treat.”

And then she’s on her knees in front of me. Unbuckling my pants. Taking out my erect cock and wrapping her pretty lips around it. My pulse stumbles. My skin burns. She’s so fast that she’s caught me off guard, but I love it.

Fuck.

This is torture.

“Careful,” I growl.

Jolie looks up at me with mischievous eyes, even with my cock in her mouth. It’s like she’s about to say something.

Well, she can’t really reply. Her mouth is full.

Oh, but she knows what she’s doing. She knows how she’s ripping me apart.

I want to look away, but I can’t. This is her chance for revenge on what I just did to her. I shouldn’t need her like this, but I can’t escape the truth. Just the look of her like this, on her knees, with those eyes locked on mine, is enough to make me...

“Jolie.”

Her name escapes my throat in a snarl. Her hands reach around me and pull me into her. My fingers curl around her hair.