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I am mesmerized as she travels lower, the cool water turning into steam the lower she goes. I am as hard as the rocks nearby, and my mind is chaotic as she reaches my cock, her tongue flicking to the top, running it over the crown, her small moan of desire spilling into the night air.

Her lips widen and my cock descends into madness as she swallows it, her teeth grazing against the sides, her tongue wrapped around the shaft. She cups my balls in one hand, holding me prisoner, and as she sucks me good and hard, I thrust deeper into her mouth.

It’s so good; too good, and yet I want more.

It has to be more, and I shift, pulling her away gently, spinning her onto her back, trapping her with my huge body.

This time I repay the favor, sampling every inch of her sweet flesh, licking, sucking, biting, driving desire in us both. She arches her back as I reach her pussy, my tongue flicking through the folds, breathing her in, savoring the sweet honey that drips like diamonds onto my tongue. Her soft moan escapes into the night sky, the wildlife quieter, turning their backs to give us some privacy.

I suck her clit, her moans desperate, as I slide two fingers inside her pussy, loving how it grips them hard.

She is ready, so desperate for release, and the thought of her coming on my cock is too tempting right now.

But not tonight. I may have overstepped the boundary, but I’m not about to tear it down completely, and so I press down on her clit, and she screams hard, her body throbbing, her mind somewhere else entirely as she screams my name to the heavens.

CHAPTER 14

SUNDAY

My whole body is alight. I am floating. The cool air calms my heated skin, and the damp grass beneath my back is the softest landing.

I have never come so hard.

I’m panting, my breathing restricted, my entire body is pulsating, my mind fucked.

What just happened? Did I really just do that? Demand something I had no right to, but going there, anyway.

Razor grips me hard, pulling my body to his. Effortlessly, as if I weigh nothing at all, as he kisses me hard, deep, and with purpose.

I am all over the place. A mess even but kissing him with my orgasm fresh on his tongue is exhilarating. It’s not enough, not even close, and yet how can I ask for more than what he just gave me. He took enough, but not everything, and I am touched by that.

He is still hard, his length pushing against my pussy, and I would welcome him inside with an eagerness that surprises me.

“Fuck, baby.” His whisper against my lips is a serious turn on and I gasp, “I’m sorry if you think badly of me, but right now, I don’t want to stop.”

His hold tightens, his breathing heavy as he growls, “Not here.”

“Where?”

“My room.”

“Okay.”

I would agree to anything right now, and as he hands me my bra, I almost forgot I was naked. As we quickly dress, I’m touched when his hand finds mine and tightens around it.

We head back with an urgency that has come from nowhere. It’s as if neither of us wants this night to end—the magic to go.

As we near the Reaper’s block, my heart is thumping so hard I could wake every man in there, and as we slip through the side door, Razor whispers, “Are you sure about this, darlin’?”

“Of course.”

My sudden smile catches him off-guard, and his gaze darkens, his intention written clearly in his expression.

I clench my thighs because I am so turned on right now, and as we head up the staircase, there is only one destination I have in mind.

The room is in darkness when we push through the door. I see nothing but him, and he doesn’t flick on the light.

“You don’t have to–”