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“Glad you approve.” I drop to my knees in front of her, bury my hands in her thighs, and push her dress up inch by inch.

Her skin is as soft as fucking silk. I drag the hem up, slow enough to savor the way her thighs tremble under my touch. She tips her chin, eyes huge and dazed, lips parted like she’s about to beg me for something.

I trace my thumbs up the insides of her legs, slow, savoring the way she squirms for me. Jesus, she’s wet. I can see the dark patch on her panties, can smell her arousal, and it sends every last rational thought out of my head.

I look up at her, locking onto those big blue eyes. “You want this?” My voice is a goddamn wreck. I can barely get the words out.

She nods, shaky and breathless, and her hands fist in the comforter like she’s bracing for impact. “Yes,” she says, her voice so fucking soft it almost breaks me. “Please, Hunter.”

God. There’s not a thing on this planet I wouldn’t do for her. It hits me like a two-by-four to the forehead. I goddamn love her. I want to ruin her. I want to keep her. I want to make her come so hard she forgets her own name, just so when she finally remembers, I’m the only thing in her head.

I drag her panties down slowly, savoring the heat of her skin under my shaking hands. Her thighs quiver. Hell, I’m trembling, too, every nerve in my body on a hair trigger. I want to eat her alive.

She drops down across the bed as I press her knees apart. I drag my mouth up the inside of her thigh, and she shudders, fingers tangling in my hair, yanking me closer. “Please,” she whispers. Jesus, I’ll do anything for her.

I bury my face between her legs. Her scent is sweet, musky, and fuck, it flows through me. I swipe my tongue up her pussy, slow and deep, then circle her clit with the tip. She jerks. The sound she makes? Fuck. It’s everything. The desperate, high-pitched whimper that crackles straight down my spine, lighting me up from the inside. My cock is already rock-hard, throbbing, leaking at the tip, but I ignore it and focus on her, on the way Iris shudders for me.

She’s so fucking wet, dripping down her thighs, soaking my hand, her flavor in my mouth. I flatten my tongue and lick her clit again, slow and wicked, then suck it between my lips, hard, while I slide a thick finger inside her.

Holy shit, she’s tight. Hot and perfect and gripping me so hard I almost lose it. I pump my finger in and out, adding a second digit before twisting and scissoring them just to hear her lose her damn mind. Her hips snap off the bed. She claws at my hair, yanking me closer, but I don’t stop. I double down, fucking her with my hand while I wreck her with my tongue. I want her wild. I want her ruined. I want her so fucking gone for me that she doesn’t remember what it felt like to breathe without me.

She’s a mess. My mess. Blue eyes glazed, hair all over the place, those plush lips parted, moans pouring out like she’s not even embarrassed. She clutches at my hair like she’s drowning and I’m the only thing keeping her afloat. Good. I want to be her lifeline.

I flatten my tongue and lick her clit again, then suck it hard. She screams. Not a little whimper, not a polite gasp, but a full-throated, holy-shit scream that echoes off the walls. I want to fist-pump the universe. Instead, I stretch her open with my fingers, and she almost comes off the bed.

She bucks, hips launching right into my face. I fucking love it. I pin her down harder, my free hand braced against her hip so she can’t squirm away. She’s losing her mind for me, moaning, shaking, body arching as I fuck her with my tongue and fingers.

Iris clutches the sheets with the little blue dress bunched up around her waist, her tits heaving with every desperate breath. Her head thrashes side to side like she’s trying to outrun the pleasure, but I don’t let up. Not for a fucking second.

I work her with my mouth like I’ve been starving for her, lapping up every bit of slick she gives me. Her sweet, messy sounds go straight to my cock. I want to drown in her. I want to make her come so hard she forgets the outside world even exists.

“Hunter,” she gasps, voice all wrecked and needy. “Oh my God, Hunter, please, don’t stop.”

I almost black out from the rush of it. My name on her lips, desperate and broken. Fuck, that’s it. That’s the end of my goddamn sanity.

I double down, sucking her clit like it’s the only thing on earth that matters, my tongue relentless, fingers fucking her deeper, faster, harder. Her whole body bows off the mattress, thighs clamping around my ears, but I just pin her in place and keep going. No way in hell I’m letting up before she’s completely ruined for me.

She screams my name again, voice cracking, and the sound goes straight to my cock. I can barely breathe. She’s so close, I can taste how badly she needs it.

I curl my fingers just right, searching for that spot, and when I find it, she screams my name as her inner walls flutter around my fingers. As the orgasm rushes through her body, I drag her dress over her head and toss it aside. I fumble a little bit with the back hook on her bra, but I manage to get it off, too.

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous,” I say as I kiss my way up her sweet body. My hands are shaking as I drag my mouth up her stomach, over the soft curve of her hip, then up to her ribs. I want to memorize every inch of her with my tongue, my hands, every cell in my body.

She’s writhing on the bed, blue eyes huge, hair wild everywhere. I nearly lose my mind every time she gasps my name.

God, she’s perfect. And all fucking mine.

I lean over her, so close I can taste her sweet, ragged breath against my lips. Her tits look fucking perfect in my hands, soft and flushed, nipples stiff and begging for my mouth. I drag my thumb over one, and she gasps, arching off the bed, needy and wild for me.

Goddamn. I want to eat her alive.

I squeeze her breast, rolling the nipple between my fingers, and she shudders, and the sound she makes is pure fucking heaven. My cock is throbbing, so hard I see stars, but I want to see her lose her mind for me first. I want her wrecked. Ruined. Mine.

I duck my head and suck her nipple into my mouth. Hard. She practically screams, her hips bucking up like she’s going to launch us both into space. I groan against her skin, sucking harder, rolling my tongue over the tip until she’s clawing at my shoulders, my name tumbling from her lips.

She reaches between us and wraps her soft hand around my cock. I have to close my eyes and count backward from one hundred to keep from coming. I’m about to lose it.

Her hand softly strokes up and down with just enough pressure to make my brain short-circuit. My hips rock into her fist, desperate for more friction, but I want to make her fall apart first. I want her completely fucking wrung out before I even think about taking my own pleasure.