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“Better?” he murmured against her mouth.

“Ask me again in a minute.”

Keeping one arm behind her, he eased her back onto the bed and followed her down, sliding a big hand along her thigh. Pulling her underwear down her legs, he kissed her stomach, just below her navel.

She sucked in a breath.

“Ticklish?”

“None of your business.”

He laughed against her skin, kissing higher again. She arched against him, a soft whimper in the back of her throat, and he paused, lifting his head. “What was that?”

“Nothing. Don’t stop.”

Smiling, he bent his head again and she arched at the scrape of his teeth, then squirmed as he licked her. When he suckled and pressed his thigh between hers, she gripped the back of his head.

He hummed against her skin, then worked his way lower.

He settled between her thighs, spreading them wide with the sheer width of his shoulders. She bit her lip as he leaned forward and stroked between her pussy lips with his tongue.

And, heaven help her, he took his time. When he added two fingers and curved them inside her, she jerked against him.

So he did it again—slower—and her pussy clenched around him.

“Oh, you absolute bastard⁠—“

He did it again.

She struggled to catch her breath as he worked his tongue against her, sucking gently, his fingers keeping pace.

Grabbing his shoulders, she tugged. “Rann, I want you inside⁠—“

He lifted his mouth just long enough to say, “Not yet,” and went back to what he was doing.

She swore at him. He took it as encouragement.

When she came, it hit her like a wave. Her back bowed off the bed as his name tore from her lips.

He kissed his way back up her body and propped himself on his elbows above her, amusement in his eyes. “Didn’t take you for a screamer.”

Planting a hand against his chest, she shoved and rolled him onto his back. “My turn.”

She straddled his thighs and took her time now, kissing the scar Covak had left him, then another below his ribs. His stomach tensed under her mouth.

And when she wrapped her hand around his cock, his jaw tightened. She stroked him slowly, watching his face. Watching him breathe harder as he pushed his hips into her hand. Bending, she took him into her mouth.

“Blythe.”

His hand threaded through her hair as she teased the broad head of his cock with her tongue. Then she took him deeper, using her hand for what she couldn’t fit. Increasing, she smiled as his breath caught on a deep, breathy moan.

“Blythe.” His voice was strained as his fingers tightened in her hair. “If you keep going… Oh gods, I’m going to⁠—“

She lifted her mouth away and sat back.

The look on his face was glorious.

She barely had time to enjoy it before he grabbed her and flipped them.