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The sound of my name on her lips destroys what little restraint I have left.

My hands slide up her thighs slowly, deliberately, giving her every opportunity to put a stop to this. Instead, her legs tighten around me, pulling me closer like she physically can’t stand the distance between us.

A low groan slips out of me before I can stop it.

“You have any idea,” I murmur against her mouth, “how hard it’s been not touching you?”

Color floods her cheeks, but she doesn’t look away. “You seemed pretty in control to me.”

I laugh softly at that, brushing my nose against hers. “Sweetheart, I’ve been hanging on by a thread.”

Resting my forehead against hers, our breaths are loud in the otherwise silent room.

“Tell me what you need, Little Serpent.”

My demand is a deep rasp, practically a growl, as I picture all the things I want to do to her. Now really isn’t the time or place, butfucking hell, the thought of bending her over this table and fucking her raw has me close to coming in my pants like a prepubescent teen.

“I want you,” she responds softly, almost hesitantly, and yet the fire in her eyes blazes with a life I’ve only seen in her a handful of times—once at the hands of my two best friends and teammates. “I want you everywhere. Making me feel good. Making me feelalive.”

“ThatI can do.”

Drawing her to me, I nip at her lips until they part to grant me entry. Her fingers slide into my hair as she melts against me with a soft sigh, and I swear I could spend the rest of my life chasing that sound.

I inch my hands beneath her skirt until I can loop them in the waistband of her panties.

“There’s one thing I’ve been dying to do ever since I watched you come on Lucian’s fingers,” I murmur as I tug her panties down her legs.

There’s a wildness in her eyes, and a quirk to her lips as she challenges, “What’s that?” It’s the most unrestrained I’ve seen her, and I vow to make her feel this way as often as possible. Wren was born to command rooms like this one. To challenge men twice her age and make them rethink everything they thought they knew. And underneath all that careful composure? There’s still something wild inside her. Something aching to be unleashed.

Pushing her legs as far apart as the constraints of her skirt will allow, I lower to my knees. “Taste you on my tongue while you fall apart forme.”

Unable to wait a moment longer, I dive between her thighs.Parting her labia, my tongue circles her clit, eliciting delectable little moans of pleasure. Her hands sink into my hair, pulling on the ends as I follow through on my promise to make her feel good.

She tastes exactly how I imagined, of musk and vanilla shower gel, but there’s a hint of something more, a sharp bite that speaks uniquely of Wren. Of the part of herself she keeps so buried that I’m not sure she’s even aware it exists—at least not anymore. Wren knows darkness better than anyone. But there’s light in her too. Wildness. Joy. And I want to spend the rest of my life coaxing it back to the surface.

Thighs quivering, Wren moans my name. The sound goes straight to my dick, and I groan against her flesh. I’d love nothing more than to free it from the confines of my pants and sink into her wet heat, but anyone could walk through the door at any moment, and I want to savor every second of being inside her for the first time.

“I’m right there,” she pants, pulling on my hair to the point of pain. All it does is encourage me on, desperate to feel her clench around me as she comes on my tongue.

Determined to give her the hardest orgasm of her life, I lavish her clit with attention. Adding my fingers to the mix, I sink them inside of her, curling them so I hit the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh, God,” she moans. Her hips buck, and I can feel her wetness dripping down my chin. Glancing up, her head is thrown back in ecstasy as she holds on to my hair for dear life. I take a mental snapshot of how she looks in this moment. So carefree. It’s one I’m going to pull out later, when I’m alone in bed and thinking of her. “Yes, Ronan. Yes!”

She shudders, every muscle locking up and threatening to suffocate me as she comes. I lick her through herrelease, drawing out every moment of pleasure. Every moment of her feeling alive.

Because this has never been about just sex for me.

It’s about this look on her face right here.

This lightness.

This freedom.

So yeah, I plan to make her feel like this every fucking day for the rest of our lives.

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