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She’ll come on my tongue before she comes on my cock. And then I’ll lick her clean.

I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue as I thrust three fingers into her pretty pussy. The resulting cry rings through the forest, making my cock jump toward her.

The need to be buried inside my prize thrums in my head as I double my efforts.

“I’m not fucking you until you come, Izzy,” I tell her.

She shakes underneath me, so close to the edge I can taste it on my tongue. My canines elongate, scraping against her clit softly, but it’s enough.

She practically wails, screaming her pleasure to the forest canopy above us as her orgasm floods my taste buds. Fuck, she tastes so damn good.

I don’t allow her time to recover. I lift and slam my length inside her, resuming my punishing pace. She and I are going to come together.

“Nick, I—” She meets my gaze, vulnerability flashing across her face. For a second, I swear she’s going to tell me something monumental. And then, another moan falls from those pretty lips, and her eyes close to the pleasure. “Just like that.”

“No, darling.” I flip her onto her stomach without disconnecting us. “More.”

I press my teeth to the back of her neck as I take her from behind, ass cheeks slapping against me in the most beautiful rhythm.

“Give me your orgasm,” I growl, biting down just hard enough to bruise but not to break the skin.

She lights up like a firework, hand snapping to my hair and pulling it as she squeezes like a vice around my cock until I roar into her skin.

My knot swells to bursting as I empty myself inside her, pumping my hips until we both fall limp to the ground.

I roll us onto our sides as I wrap myself around her, nuzzling into her hair.

I love this woman, and I don’t want to spend another day of my life without her.

CHAPTER FORTY

ISABELLA

Ican’t think.

For the first time in my overthinking life, I can’t form a single thought. All I can do is feel.

The sweat cooling on my skin.

The breeze as it twirls my messy hair.

Nick’s hands as they trace gentle patterns all over me.

His chest rising and falling with his slowing breaths.

His knot stretching me almost too far.

I finally open my eyes and look over my shoulder, expecting Nick to be in his own world. But no, he’s gazing at me like I’m the reason the moon hangs in the sky. Like I’m the answer to every question he’s ever had.

It’s a look that strips down every barrier between us until his vulnerability overcomes me.

His fingers push back a lock of my hair, tucking it behind my ear. “I’m not sure what I’ve done to deserve a woman like you, but I promise I won’t ever take you for granted.”

My heart, which was happily calming down, picks up speed as he pours every ounce of emotion into me. As I absorb the words I almost said to him, and just barely held back.

“Nick…” How am I supposed to respond to something like that?

A small smile graces his lips. His gaze never lifts from me. “I’m yours, Izzy.”