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Under his care, I know it will be beautiful—a butterfly, wings out and ready to soar.

Lucas pumps hard, and I feel his come surge inside me. I clench my pussy lips against his cock, sucking in every last drop. He grunts, bites his lip, and rides out the spasming waves of pleasure until finally, blissfully, he gently pulls out, curls up naked next to me on the couch and gathers me in his arms.

“It’s like witchcraft, what you do to me darlin’,” he says, his voice groggy with a lack of energy.

I nestle into him and smile. “And here I was thinking you were the one with the impressive spell books.”

“Not anymore, Eden,” he says, sighing. “Not anymore.”

On the TV, Jason chops through another unsuspecting victim. Maybe I should flinch, but the truth is, the chaos churning in my stomach is far worse than any horror on the TV.

Because the most terrifying thing in the world is the thought of another broken heart, and I’ll do anything to make sure that doesn’t happen.

Chapter 24

“You can’t bend over my desk like that,” Lucas says.

I spin around, startled by his voice. “Pardon?”

He closes the door and twists the lock, already tugging loose the knot in his tie. I’m still not used to the way he looks at me, animalistic. Hungry. Always eager to please.

“Bent over, with your ass in the air—makes me want to fuck you.”

I gulp in a shock of air. “Maybe that’s the point.”

He pauses, clearly surprised by my comeback. I reach for him now and he covers me with his body to claim my mouth with his. My fingers slide up his chest and begin to pop open his buttons, one by one. I take my time undoing them, letting my lips and tongue follow the path of my hands. He shivers when I kiss his bare flesh.

My breath comes out in a sigh. I love that I can make him go weak, that he isn’t the only one holding the power.

I kiss the ink on the back of his elbow, then the pulse throbbing at his wrist. My tongue swirls across each scar, every beautiful tattoo. I press my lips to the palm of his hand and curl my fingers around it, then bring it to my face. He cups my cheek, then slides his grip to the base of my neck.

My response is another throaty sigh.

Lucas kisses my mouth. My chin. My jaw. His lips slide along the curves of my face and the soft vulnerability of my throat, where he presses his teeth until I moan and arch against him. He moves lower, nibbling and nipping over my collarbones and the slopes of my breasts. He takes a nipple between his lips through my blouse and bra. I shudder with pleasure.

“Lower,” I whisper, with a smile.

“Gladly,” he says as he unbuttons my shirt with aching slowness, peppering me with wet kisses down my torso and stomach.

I tangle my fingers in his hair to keep him from tickling me too much.

My body quivers under his touch. “Lower.”

Lucas nibbles on my hip, inching down my skirt. He kisses my thigh and brushes his mouth across my lace panties, pausing to blow heat against my swollen mound. His fingers hook into the waistband and tug them away.

I lean up against the desk for balance, looking down at him on his knees, my chest filling with ridiculous thrill.

He hooks my calf over his shoulder and slides his hand beneath my ass to lift my pussy to his face. His tongue finds the seam of my slit and he parts my lips with his gentle caress. Steady, slow, unwavering. He uses the flat of his tongue to stroke my clit. In minutes, I’m on edge—exactly where he likes me, no matter how much I writhe and moan for release. There’s something intoxicating about the way he maintains control.

“Please,” I say softly.

He lifts his head, lips glistening with my juices. I run my fingers through his hair, and then take his chin in my hand. Our gazes meet, hold. Lucas dips his head and gives my pussy another long, deliberate lick.

“You belong to me,” he says, in a low voice. “This pussy. This body. It’s mine.”

I couldn’t argue even if I wanted—his touch always renders me speechless, as if I am under some kind of powerful spell. He is still my puppeteer, a master of my strings.

I open myself to him, and he eagerly dives in to feast. Licking and sucking on my clit until I am swept up in a wave of pleasure so intense, I need to grip the edge of the desk for balance. I bite down hard on my lip to stop from crying out.