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“Your turn,” he said, offering me his two of his fingers.

I took a deep breath and refocused my thoughts before wrapping my lips around them. I slid down them. I was unraveling one breath at a time. He had to know it—had to feel the tension coiled tight beneath my skin.

“Very nice. Hollow out your cheeks and add suction.”

I did as he instructed.

“Now add some tongue movement. Yes, that’s my girl, just like that,” he hissed.

I grew more and more confident and then attacked his fingers, sucking hard. My lips moved up and down the length of them, tongue flicking and stroking as I imagined his cock instead.

“Call me selfish, but the realization that you’ve never gone down on another man thrills me to no end.”

I withdrew his fingers from my mouth. “Yet. I haven’t gone down on another man yet.” I teased. “Maybe Kinsley is on to something, three men.”

The change in him was instant. His posture shifted, shoulders squaring as his gaze narrowed on me with a focus that hadn’t been there a second ago. One hand came out of nowhere, catching my chin and holding it there. The muscle in his jaw clenched twice.

“Careful,” he murmured. “And know this now, I won’t share you. Ever, Isabella,” he growled, glaring.

“Maybe you should be careful, that sounded a lot like the Reaper. Who, if I’m not losing my mind, you swore you couldn’t be goaded into reacting like. With all due respect, seems a little reactionary, Sir.”

“Yeah, well—”

“It doesn’t matter. I was just joking anyway. But at least we’re on the same page. I won’t share you either.” I held my head high. “No Bambi, no Allison, no club girls.”

My stomach tightened at the thought of him with another woman, the image forming before I could stop it. His head between some woman’s legs… Rage overwhelmed me, and a lingering uncomfortableness settled beneath my ribs, twisting in a way I didn’t quite understand.

Really? That’s where your mind is going to go?

I shifted, half tempted to laugh it off, half tempted to smack the smirk off his face. I drew in a breath, forcing my shoulders to relax, hoping it didn’t show. Without a word, he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. It quieted the voices. His presence wrapped around me, and the spiral faded.

“Let’s try this again,” he crooned before gathering my hair in his hand.

“This time I want you to use your hand, too. It will help until you’re used to being face fucked.”

Another ripple of desire pulsed through me at the thought of him losing control and choking me with his dick. What the hell kind of power did this man have over me?

“Now you’ve made me wait long enough.”

I didn’t have time to answer before his hand moved to my hair. Grabbing it, he gently nudged my head toward his dripping cock. This time I took my time. I kissed and licked his entire length, stroking him at the same time.

My other hand rested on his muscular thigh. I swiped my tongue over the bead of pre-cum on the tip and lowered my mouth. My lips glided over the crown and down. Breathing in through my nose, I tried to take him in further.

Stupid gag reflex kicked in once more. Damn it all to hell. His hand moved once more to my neck. Somehow, he knew it would get my attention.

With a gentle squeeze, he said, “You don’t have to take it all. Work your way up to it. Your mouth feels fucking amazing on me. Remember, your hand is your friend. Move it up and down with your mouth.”

I did as he requested, wrapping my hand around his width, marveling at the thickness. My face erupted in a grin. It was all mine. Every glorious inch of him belonged to me.

Mine.

A loud chuckle reached my ears, making my head jerk up. “Yours, huh?” he smiled.

I flushed, realizing I’d spoken aloud. Shrugging off my embarrassment, I spoke. “Well, it’s true. I’m laying claim to you for now and always. If you have a problem with it, you should say so, because I will cut anyone who stands in my way.”

I moved my mouth up his thigh, teasing him with soft kisses. His head fell back, and he widened his legs. I gripped his cock, sliding my hand up and down his length before lowering my mouth to his tip. I let go of any fear rattling around inside my head and focused on him.

Using my hands and mouth, I found the perfect rhythm sucking hard, then softer, only to go hard again. I peered up at him, his abs tensed, his neck veins strained, and he looked magnificent like this. The lion on his chest flexed, and I realized how insanely hot this man was.