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I swirl the head of the vibrator around, coating it in her arousal before slowly notching it at her entrance, pushing it in a millimeter at a time.

She groans at the first bout of resistance. The head is much thicker than the two fingers I’ve been giving her so she needs time to adjust to it. When I feel her relax a fraction, I continue pushing, only giving her a little more before I’m done.

From my view, her luscious thighs are parted, vibrator sticking out of her pussy. I keep it there while I rub her clit with quick ministrations. Within seconds she’s writhing, her body trying to chase the peak while I continue to keep her from reaching it.

I’m not trying to torture her, just some light edging to make her orgasm that much better.

“Cole,” she whines, trying to thrash her body.

I chuckle against her temple. “I wish you could see what a goddess you look like right now. Needy and pink-skinned, slick and glistening, pussy clamped down on the head of a vibrator. So sexy. So fucking naughty. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“Cole,” she cries out again. “Please.”

“Are you mine, Ariana? Say it. Scream it. Let the world know who you belong to.”

“I’m yours! I’m yours! I’m yours!”

“Such a good girl,” I praise as I give her clit that last flick it needs to detonate her into oblivion.

She comes screaming my name along with incoherent sighs of pleasure.

It’s the most amazing sight.

She’s immaculate.

My fucking new religion.

And she’s mine.

CHAPTER 33

Ariana

FIRST DATE DATE

Iwake up very, very warm.

Specifically, I wake up warm and tucked against something solid and breathing, which takes me a split second to place before the events of last night arrange themselves into order in my still-waking brain.

Cole came back early.

Cole is here.

Cole’s arm is around me.

I stay very still, the way you do when you’re not sure if moving will shatter the moment. The room is the particular gray of early morning and outside my window the street is quiet, Red Mountain hours from coming alive.

His breathing is slow and even behind me. The puff of his sleeping exhales fanning my neck.

I take the opportunity to just exist here for a moment. In the warmth of him. In the specific comfort of being held by Cole. The man was home all of five minutes before driving across town to help me. He was probably tired, wanting to sleep in his own bed for the first time in days, and instead he’s here. I’ve been trying not to attach too much meaning to that but I’ve been largely unsuccessful. None of this is fake boyfriend behavior.

Duchess, who is curled at the foot of the bed, opens one eye, looks at me, and closes it again. Apparently she’s decided to quietly accept him and the decision seems to annoy her.

“Morning, doll,” Cole says, voice rough and gravelly with sleep as he nuzzles the back of my neck.

I wiggle against him. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I was.” He shifts, pulling me slightly closer, his arm tightening around my waist. “What time is it?”