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I lift my eyes.

She is watching me. Her cheeks are flushed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her hips rolling against my face. Her tits are heaving with every ragged breath, her stomach contracting every time my tongue hits the right spot. She is so fucking beautiful like this that it physically hurts to look at her.

This woman has no idea how dangerous she is.

Her orgasm builds under my tongue and I experience every sensation of it. The flutter of her pussy around my fingers, getting tighter, wetter, and hotter. The way her breathing goes ragged as she tries to pull back from the edge.

I hold her hips down and keep going.

My tongue is flat and relentless against her clit, as my fingers curl inside her, finding that spot and working it without mercy.

“Come for me, Wills.”

God, I love her so fucking much that it drives me insane.

“Come on my mouth,” I say, voice vibrating against her pussy. “I want it. I want you losing control all over me because you know I’m not going anywhere after. Not this time. Not ever again.”

Her moan breaks open the room as she comes hard. Her hips lift off the bed against my hands and her thighs clamp around my head. Her fingers fist in my hair so tight that my eyes water and I don’t move a single fucking inch.

Her pussy pulses around my fingers, her whole body shakes with it.

I keep my mouth on her clit through every wave. Softer now. Gentler. Dragging every last pulse out of her until she is trembling and swearing and her thighs are twitching against my shoulders until she has nothing left to give me.

I ease off. Little kisses against the inside of her thigh. Her hip. The soft skin of her lower stomach. She is still shaking beneath me—wrecked, flushed, and so fucking beautiful that I have to close my eyes for a second just to survive the sight of her.

Mine, every stupid piece of me says and for once I am not running from it.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Willow

Phoenix crawls up my body with my taste still on his mouth. He has that heat in his eyes that makes every sensible thing inside me back away slowly.

His mouth finds mine and I taste myself on his tongue. The kiss is hot and filthy. His hand fists in my hair, angling my head back like he owns it. Like he has decided how this goes and is letting me know it.

His body settles heavy between my thighs, his cock hard and obvious against me, close enough that my pussy clenches around nothing and I hate myself a little for how badly I want it.

I moan into his mouth.

Phoenix sits back on his knees and looks at me like he has all the time in the world and every intention of using it. His tongue slides out and wets his bottom lip. His eyes move over my tits, down my stomach, settling between my thighs where my pussy is wet, swollen, and on full display.

He looks at all of it like a man taking inventory of something he plans to ruin thoroughly.

“Fuck,” he says, voice low. “Fucking look at you. Spread out and soaking wet and all fucking mine. You have no idea what I want to do to you right now.”

His hand slides down my side, over my hip, then between my thighs.

“Still so fucking wet,” he murmurs, eyes locked on my pussy, thumb moving in a slow motion that makes my hips chase him before I can stop them. “I could keep you here all night, Wills. Keep my mouth on this pussy until you forget every reason you were supposed to hate me.”

My breath breaks apart. “Phoenix.”

His thumb moves over my clit and I experience every single second of it.

“My name sounds better when you’re like this, Wills.”

I grip his wrist, not to stop him. I don’t know if I am capable of stopping him right now.

He stills under my hand and his eyes meet mine.