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Not even as I feel her hit the point of no return, her pussy fluttering around my cock, squeezing me, dragging me up to the edge.

But I hold out so I can watch her come apart.

And it’s fucking beautiful.

Beautiful.

Her eyes deep blue pools as they hold mine, emotions flowing through them, showing me exactly how much this moment means to her. Then her lids flutter down and even though I lose the beauty of her eyes, I get the stunning gorgeousness of the rest of her face. Pink cheeks, swollen lips, hair spread out behind her⁠—

She’s my dreams come to life.

“Ace,” she whispers, arching against me, legs tightening around my hips.

Which is all it takes for me to follow her over.

The best fucking orgasm of my life.

I don’t have to work for it.

It’s just easy, right, perfect.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan, grinding into her for what feels like an eternity, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through me. “Fuck.”

She holds me tight, rides my orgasm out with me, her little sighs telling me that she likes it almost as much as I do.

But then it’s over.

“You okay?” I whisper when I can breathe again.

Her face changes, something happening in her eyes that has any residual pleasure disappearing into a puff of smoke and guilt tearing through me. I roll us to the side, suddenly aware that the blanket beneath her hips didn’t provide much padding.

I should have taken the bottom.

I should have done this somewhere more private. We’re in the shadows and far from the wedding and I didn’t think it would go here, not yet.

But still, I should have known better.

Violet deserved romance not a fuck in the grass.

I should⁠—

“Ace,” she says, her hand coming to my jaw.

“Princess, I should have⁠—”

“Shut up.”

I blink.

She rests her forehead against mine and sighs as she says,

“That was so much better than the cake.”

I blink again.

“And it was chocolate cake, honey.”

One more blink.