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Once I get his pants down around his ankles, he steps out of them. Taking a moment to look up at him from where I’m kneeling on the ground, I admire his chiseled, tattooed body, illuminated by the soft glow of my night lamp.

“Gods,” I whisper. “You are beautiful.”

I want to trace his ink, study it, but he reaches for my hand, interlacing our fingers and pulling me to a stand as his eyes roam my naked body—filled out with new curves from training and eating.

“I am nothing compared to you, mo róisín. The word beauty never had meaning until I laid eyes on you.”

Cruel Rainer is dangerously captivating, but it’s Sweet Rainer that’s my annihilation.

My hands trail around the back of his neck, tangling in his charcoal hair as I pull him flush to me. Our chests rise and fall rapidly in sync. It drives me wild to know I affect him the same way he affects me.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says.

“Then don’t.”

His gaze flicks around my face, and I see the conflict simmering in his icy blue eyes. “We need a safe word.”

“A safe word?” My brow scrunches. “Even here?” I doubt he can hurt me, but if that’s what will make him feel better, I’ll pick one.

“Even here. If at any time you want me to stop, just say—”

“Mercy,” I finish. It’s a fitting safe word in more ways than one.

The grin he gives me is so utterly boyish and charming, that I can’t help but pull his smiling lips to mine.

It’s a gentle kiss, one that stokes the attraction between us. Our lips move lazily, our naked skin pressed together. His hard length jerks between us, pressing against me. Slickness leaks from his tip as he grinds it against me, and the feeling turns me on more than anything. I want nothing more than for him to enter me, fill me up.

He walks us backward until my calves hit the bed, and we tumble onto the mattress together.

It’s so familiar with him, yet so different—so invigorating.

Rainer lifts me up, tossing me to the center of the bed. He prowls toward me and I giggle. But he’s not laughing with me.

His eyes darken as he grips my thighs. “Spread your legs for me, Alessia.” Gently, he tries to pry my legs apart, but I fight him, keeping them shut. I’m suddenly nervous to bare my most intimate parts to him. “You’re safe with me, mo róisín, now be a good girl and let me see you.”

A flood of wet heat fills my center, and I relax into his touch as he slowly spreads me apart. He releases a deep growl as he takes me in.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers. Leaning forward, he runs his nose up my center, inhaling deeply. “You’re so wet. So sweet. Better than I’ve imagined.”

I’m squirming now beneath his touch. Seeing him naked with his head between my legs is a sight to behold. But it’s not enough. My hips rise, craving his kisses, something to release the impending pressure building deep inside of me.

“Can I taste you?” He asks, licking his lips.

“Please.” My voice comes out strained.

He leans forward, hovering over my most sensitive part. When he chuckles, his warm breathe tickles me and I moan. “Tell me this belongs to me.”

“It’s yours. Please. Please.” If I weren’t so consumed by desire, I’d be embarrassed by my begging.

“Tell me I’m the only one who gets to taste you.”

“Yes. Please touch me now. I’m dying.”

“Tell me again,” he commands, his voice dangerously low. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I whisper breathlessly.

He grunts his approval as he closes the small space between us, planting his hot tongue on my center. I chase the friction, but Rainer grips my hips, holding me down with his strong hands. I’m so small, so delicate beneath him. He’s a predator, and I’ll be damned if the danger doesn’t bring its own wave of excitement with it.

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