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He chuckled as he carried her to the bed.

His hands gripped her backside, giving it a firm squeeze. She sucked softly on his lower lip, wishing the two of them weren’t still wearing so many layers.

What she wanted was to feel his bare chest against her breasts, to feel the coarse hair across his sculpted torso brush her pebbled nipples.

Evander lowered her onto the bed rather unceremoniously. He carefully undressed her, baring her breasts to his gaze.

For a moment, she wondered if he would even find her desirable, but then she saw the look in his eyes.

Wanting. Desire. Anticipation.

He took one breast into his mouth, sucking hard on her nipple. The other was not neglected; his large hand cupped it. He rolled and pinched the nipple between his forefinger and thumb, making her arch into his mouth and his hand.

It seemed almost too good to be true.

It was almost too much. Her thin underthings grew damp with every brush of his tongue against the sensitive tip of her breast. His nails scraped over the other, and she clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling a moan.

Her thighs clenched instinctively, the heat pooling between them becoming unbearable. She could feel just how wet she was, the soaked cloth clinging to her folds, practically begging for friction. Every movement, every flick of his tongue sent shocks of pleasure straight to her core.

Evander groaned low in his throat, the sound reverberating through her. She gasped against her hand, her body trembling as he sucked harder, greedier, as though he could not get enough of her.

She could not believe how he was making her feel already. Her body was buzzing with pleasure. His hand slid down her side, his fingers trailing over her waist and gripping the curve of her hip possessively.

“Evander,” she whispered breathlessly, her hand falling away from her mouth as the pressure built inside her.

He looked up, his eyes dark with lust, his lips swollen and wet. “Ye have to be quiet for me,” he murmured thickly. “Can ye do that, lass?”

She nodded frantically, though she did not trust herself to keep that promise.

Chuckling weakly, Evander kissed both of her breasts gently before kissing a path downward. He pulled her remaining garments off in one swift motion, baring her to his gaze.

Without needing to be asked, she spread her legs as far as they could go. His mouth drew closer and closer… and then skipped her sex.

He kissed his way up and down each thigh, nibbling on the taut skin. Then he sank his teeth in, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

It was a mark no one else would see, but when she looked at herself, she would know how it had been put there. She would remember this every moment.

He continued teasing her, refusing to touch the part of her that ached for his fingers, his mouth, his lips—anything. When she let out a sob, tears of frustration running down her cheeks, he finally gave her what she wanted with a firm kiss to her bud.

She pulled the pillow over her face as his tongue ran from the top of her sex to her slick entrance. He paid special attention to her swollen bud, easing it from its hood. He sucked hard, using a combination of tongue and the gentlest edge of his teeth.

It was driving her mad, and he knew it. He probably enjoyed how he had made her into this writhing mess on the bed, turning her into someone she didn’t recognize.

With his mouth on her bud, Evander slipped one finger inside her. He wiggled it, pumping it in and out slowly. The pace was killing her; her body demanded more.

She wanted his cock. Wanted to feel that thick length breaching her, the head pushing in before he filled her completely. She would feel so full, unable to focus on anything except the way he felt inside her.

“Evander,” she whimpered into the pillow.

He chuckled against her sex.

Even the vibrations of his laughter were enough to drive her mad, making her jerk her hips up in a desperate bid for that delicious friction.

Then a second finger slid inside her.

A soft, wet sound filled the bedchamber, the very place where she had dreamed night after night of this very thing happening.

The pleasure coiled low in her belly, building and building. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers, while he continued to lap at her bud.