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“Somebody has to.”

“Then think about this.”

She draws me down for another kiss.

To hell with all the reasons I should slow down.

I kiss her harder, and she meets me halfway, her hands sliding into my hair as she presses closer.

I break the kiss and trail my mouth down her throat. Her pulse races beneath my lips. My hands settle on her hips, and she arches toward me.

She's soft everywhere I touch her. Nothing like my calloused hands or the scarred skin across my shoulder and ribs.

But she doesn't seem to give a damn about any of that.

Hell, she touched those scars in the shower like they were just another part of me.

I still don't know what to do with that.

I shift my weight, sliding down her body until I’m kneeling between her thighs. Madison lets out a shaky breath, her legs parting instinctively, though she looks a little wide-eyed as I gaze up at her.

“You okay, sweetheart?” I ask, my voice rougher than I intend.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Please, Torch."

I don't make her wait. I reach out, my fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, teasing her until she’s whimpering. Then, I dive in.

The first touch of my tongue against her clit makes her jump, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. She’s already soaking, her pussy dripping and smelling like pure heaven.

I lap at her slowly, tasting her, savoring the way she tastes. Salty, sweet, and entirely mine. I use my tongue to swirl around her nub, applying just enough pressure to make her hips buck off the mattress.

"Oh god, Torch... right there," she moans, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her nails scratching into my skin.

I don't let up. I bury my face in her, sucking her clit into my mouth, my tongue flicking rapidly against the sensitive peak. I can hear her breath hitching, turning into short, frantic pants.

I slide two fingers inside her, feeling how tight she is, how her walls clamp down on me in a desperate rhythm.

I increase the pace, my tongue working overtime while my fingers pump deep inside her, stretching her gently.

My little wildfire is losing it, her head tossing from side to side on the pillow, her voice breaking as she screams my name. I feel the tremors start, the beautiful, violent ripples of her first real orgasm. She clamps down on my fingers, her body shaking with a release that leaves her breathless and limp.

I linger for a moment, licking the last of her juices from her folds, before I crawl back up her body.

She's flushed and breathless, her hair tangled across the pillow.

She looks at me for a long moment.

Then she catches my face between her hands and kisses me. There's no mistaking what she wants next.

Still, I pull back.

“Madison.”

She groans.

“Oh, come on.”

“Look at me, wildfire.”