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He’d never seen a more exquisite sight in his life.

He chuckled, working his thumb against the apex of her thighs.

“My own personal eden,” he murmured, watching the blush spread across her skin.

He dipped his head, running his tongue where his fingers had just been. Her hands seized in his hair and then she was sobbing between her teeth, writhing on the floor.

He’d left her aching for too long. Had denied them both needlessly for weeks.

“Please,” she begged. “Please, please, please.”

Music, all of it. His name, her pleas, the sighs, the moans, the sharp inhales that made his head swim.

“My heart,” he murmured, teeth sinking into the soft skin of her thigh. She fluttered around him and he grunted, sliding a third finger inside her. “That’s it. I know you can take it for me. So good,” he praised. “Will you come for me, love? You’ve been so patient, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “I have.”

“That’s right.” He dipped his head, tasting her again. “And now I want it, Avery. I want all of it.” He curled his fingers, thrusting them once more. “Now, sweetheart. Now.”

She came, calling his name as she broke against his hand. He never stopped moving, tongue and fingers greedily working against her until she was a shaking mess below him. Tears streamed down her temples and fell to the rug at her back. He couldn’t wait any longer. If he did, he’d burst out of his skin. He stood long enough to remove his shoes and pants and then crawled back over top of her, drying the tears from the corner of her eyes.

She was already reaching for him, legs curling back around his waist.

He kissed her palm, her ring, the inside of her arm, before dipping his mouth to her heart.

“My soul.” His lips touched hers as he guided himself between her legs. The heat of her… He shivered, aching unbearably at her touch.

She cupped his jaw, lifted his head. There was nothing but unwavering love and adoration in her gaze.

“Royan.”

As always, the sound of his name falling from her lips brought him to life in a million different ways. He felt it now, a hot streak of desire moving through his chest.

“My love.” He pressed against her, sliding in and in and in.

Avery’s head kicked back, mouth parted. His heart was beating so furiously he thought it would stop entirely as she took him. He’d never felt anything like it in his life.

“God,” he rasped. “You feel so good, Avery. It shouldn’t be possible to feel like this.” He gave a small thrust and she gasped, fingers biting into his shoulders. He smirked, doing it again. “So sensitive.”

“It feels—”

“Incredible,” he mumbled, watching himself move against her. “Divine.”

In all his dreams, it never felt like this. The brush of her mouth against his chest and neck. The way his hands molded right to her hips and lifted, angling himself deeper inside her. The fluidity of her hips against his, the way they rocked into each other like the tide far below the windows. The whispered words, the praise, the love—

He felt himself beginning to splinter, pressure and heat coiling at the base of his spine. He wouldn’t go until she did. He slipped a hand between them, fingers rolling and working against the apex of her thighs once more.

“With me,” he panted. “Please. I’m—I need to feel it. Show me I’m real, love. Show me that I’m yours. That I belong to you.”

She moaned, hips circling faster and faster. He dipped his head, bit at her breast, rolled his thumb just right, and there.

“Royan,” she breathed, and shattered.

He came on a roar, her name spilling from his mouth as he slammed himself inside her. The release was endless, sending his vision sideways. Her hips were still moving, still seeking, drawing a ragged moan from deep within his chest.

When he was spent, he collapsed on top of her, his ear over her heart. She held him, sweat-slicked skin pressed into his. He closed his eyes, struggling to remember how to breathe—how to think.

It was more than he had ever let himself imagine or dream of.