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We wander upstairs, and I see empty guest rooms that were never furnished, and it makes my heart hurt.

He wasn’t living. He was surviving.

When he leads me into his bedroom, I feel my shoulders relax because at least it smells like him in here. The bathroom is also clean and sparse, and the closet has been cleared out, all his things taken to the house.

“You’re too quiet.”

“I’m just looking around,” I murmur and then turn back to him. “It’s a beautiful penthouse, and it makes me so fucking sad.”

“There’s no reason to be sad,” he says roughly as he eats up the gap between us and cups my cheek, tilting my head up so he can brush his lips over mine. “Because I’m more alive now than I’ve been in almost a decade. Make this whatever you want, I don’t care.”

He walks me backward until my legs hit the bed, and then he lifts me up onto the mattress, shifts me until I’m in the middle of it, and then he’s covering me, kissing me like his life depends on it. I tug his shirt out of his pants, and then he pushes back onto his knees, and we get to work stripping out of our clothes. When we’re finally naked, he covers me again, nibbling down my jawline to my neck.

“Fuck, you’re soft,” he growls. “I don’t deserve to touch anything this fucking soft.”

I press on his shoulder, and he takes the hint, rolling us over until I’m on top, and I kiss my way down his torso, over tattoos and muscles sculpted so perfectly, it’s like they were carved out of marble. His abdomen ripples as I drag my fingernails down it to that V in his hips that never fails to make me ravenous for him.

His cock is hard and thick and weeping, that metal glinting in the sunlight, and I lick my lips as my eyes climb to his.

“Get up here and ride me.”

Slowly, I shake my head back and forth as I wrap my hand around his cock, my fingers and thumb not quite touching, and give him a few firm strokes.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters as his hands dive into my hair. “You wanna suck me off, baby?”

“I need to,” I reply. “And for the record, you deserve me. Every inch of me. And if I have to, I’ll remind you of that for the rest of my life.”

I kiss his warm skin, right next to the base of his thick cock, and then I lick him, right up that ladder to the tip, where I lap up that musky bead that’s pooled there in the slit before I sink down over him.

His hands tighten in my hair. His hips shift up, just a bit, as if he’s seeking more but doesn’t want to shove his cock down my throat.

With a moan, I relax my jaw and throat and take him further.

“Fucking Christ,” he moans. “God damn it, Rina.”

I moan as I tighten my lips around his shaft and pull up, then relax and sink down again. I remember exactly how my husband likes to have his dick sucked, and I love it. I crave the noises, the whoosh of air that comes out of his lungs when I swirl my tongue over the tip, and the way his nails scratch over my scalp. I want him to lose control with me because I know that Carson doesn’t let himself let go very often.

I pick up the pace, hollow my cheeks and suck, and that’s all it takes for him to fist my hair and start to fuck my face.

Yes.

This is what I want.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me,” he growls, and I can hear that he’s losing his control. He’s unhinged now as he thrusts up into me, into my throat. “You have the prettiest goddamn mouth.”

I moan and press on his thighs, giving myself more leverage.

“I’m going to come down this tight little throat,” he warns me, but I don’t try to back away or tap out, and then he’s snarling and coming, and I’m a mess of tears and saliva and his cum, and it’s the best.

He yanks me off him, pushes me onto my stomach, and with no recovery time whatsoever, pulls me back onto my knees and pushes into me.

“Fuck, I forgot you could do that,” I groan. The man hardly requires any recovery time at all.

He’s not human.

“You make me fucking crazy,” he growls as his hips slam against my ass, hitting me in a punishing rhythm that makes me rock forward with every thrust. “It’s never enough, baby, but seeing you with my cock in your mouth? Incredible.”

“Oh God.” I reach down to cover my clit, and he snarls as he leans over to kiss my shoulder.