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“I’m afraid I won’t even make it inside you before I come,” I admit through gritted teeth. I gently push her hand away, and with as little contact as possible, I roll the condom down.
When I open my eyes again, her smile is almost giddy. “Really?” She sounds utterly amazed.
I gawk. “Are you out of your mind? Yes, Stella. Yes.”
She blinks down at me with a joyful kind of relief. “I thought—I thought I was the only one who couldn’t keep it under control.”
My glare is immediate. “Uh, no.” My grip tightens on her thighs, emphasizing the toll just being near her takes on me.
She licks her lips and smiles coyly down at my brick-hard cock. “So if I did to you what you just did to me, you’d c—”
“In about .3 seconds,” I grit out through clenched teeth. Even the thought of her putting her mouth on me has me grabbing her by the ass. “Quit torturing me.”
Stella looks surprised. “Lark, I’m not torturing—”
“You are.” And dammit if I don’t also love Torturing Stella.
She leans down, her breasts brushing my chest, and I expect her to plant her mouth on mine. Instead, she kisses my brow.
“Your frown is sexy.”
I groan. It doesn't help that her wet pussy is nestled on the base of my cock, her slickness teasing my balls.
Then she brushes a kiss against my jaw. “Your growl is sexy, too, Lark Bienvenue.”
The hand that isn’t squeezing her ass comes up to cup one breast. Two can play the torture game. When I pinch her nipple, she sucks in an inhale through her nose and closes her eyes for just a moment.
“Mmmm.” She covers my hand with hers. “Your fingers are sexy too.” When she strokes her breast around my possessive fingers, I nearly weep.
“Stella—”I’ve never begged for it in my life. I’m begging now, and I don’t give a shit. Two might be able to play the torture game, but she’s leagues better than me.
She dips lower until she’s centimeters from my mouth. Her tongue darts out and sweeps across my lips, pleasure jack-knifing through me at her boldness. “And you taste good.”
“I taste like you,” I mutter, squeezing my two handfuls. “And I fucking love it.”
Her breath hitches, her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth, and I know I’m stepping up my game.
She pushes herself up to sitting and grips me again, and my breath hitches too. The last few minutes have been playful and agonizing and daring and exhilarating. But when she positions the tip of my cock to her entrance, my eyes find hers and time stops.
Because this isn’t playful. This is me. On the edge of being inside of her. And the look in Stella’s eyes tells me she knows it too.
This is no game.
This is real. For both of us.
ChapterTwenty-Three
STELLA
I freeze above Lark,seeing the look he’s flashed a few times tonight. One that seizes my heart in the most perilous way.
One that makes me take him inside me with exquisite slowness. My eyes never leave his as he fills me. As I move, he angles his head back, the muscles and veins in his throat arching out like he’s in the most blissful pain. But instead of closing his eyes, he holds my gaze like he’s seeing something just as incredible play out in me.
Maybe he is.
Because his beauty is holy. I’ve never witnessed anything like it. He’s proof that the divine exists and it’s benevolent.
When he’s seated fully inside me, I shut my eyes and just breathe. I can feel my heartbeat everywhere. In the tiny muscles surrounding him. In my eyelids. In the spaces between my toes. His fingertips glide over my thighs. First on the outside. Then moving in, sending tingles up each nerve, reawakening the heat he just banked inside me.
