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With several slow and easy nods, she reached for my shirt, pulling it over my head. I didn’t resist. There was no way I could.

Not when such a beautiful creature was in my bed.

“Oh, yes. I need to feel very much alive.”

Who was I to deny a lady with her wants and needs?

CHAPTER 25

Saige

Maybe I was wrong in hungering for Stash the way I’d been doing, fantasizing when I should feel nothing but despondency.

Maybe I was a horrible person in needing to feel his huge body pressed against mine or to have his thick cock buried inside, but I hadn’t lied to him. I just needed to feel something including the heat and rush of electricity I always experienced around him.

My best friend had been murdered and I’d cried for a full hour after he’d left. Then I’d fallen asleep in his bed because there was nowhere else I wanted to be.

Now he was home and the way he was looking at me, I knew there was also nowhere else he’d rather be.

He didn’t waste any time stripping off his trousers, placing one knee on the bed and easing me onto my back. He slipped two fingers under the waistband of my sweatpants, easing them overmy hips. As he did, he pressed kisses down my stomach, moving to within a mere inch of my wet pussy.

My core throbbed, my nipples aching as I shifted back and forth on the bed. My inner thighs were already stained with my juice, my pulse skipping due to his closeness. With my clothes finally removed, he narrowed his eyes, trailing them down the length of my body while using the lightest touch of his fingers in exploring my skin.

With his chest rising and falling, his cock at full attention, my mouth was watering from the extreme desire coursing through my system. His dark smirk turning into a wicked smile, he gathered my legs into his arms, taking his time lowering his torso. Always watching me. Always commanding me even in his silence.

I slammed my arms against the bed, gathering handfuls of the comforter in my hands. As if that would keep me steady, keep me from falling into the same sweet abyss. I wanted to be here, drifting in the quiet darkness that allowed me to embrace sweet peace. He did that to me.

Even with the heightened level of excitement, the intensity of need building, he could provide such amazing feelings.

As if I was the only woman in the world. As if there was nothing and no one who could hurt me.

As if I belonged to him.

As my pulse raced, he finally dropped his head, burying his face into my wetness. The man was hungry, more so than he’d been before. His tongue was a weapon, beating against me with rapid precision. I tossed my head to the side as the sensations crawling through me sent me spiraling into bliss.

He knew exactly what he was doing to me, driving me crazy while watching.

Always watching.

His fingers dug into my skin as he held my knees down, keeping my legs split wide apart. There was no way I could go anywhere. Not that I wanted to. I felt safest here in his arms. In his house. In his bed.

And maybe in his heart.

The thought was a revelation or maybe a reminder that we were both in danger. From whom? Why? Who was after him? I shut down the ugly thoughts, closing my eyes as he sucked on my clit. He rubbed a single finger up and down my slickened pussy before sliding it into my tight channel.

Immediately, my muscles clamped around the invasion, pulling him in even deeper. Moans escaped my lips, floating into the air and from somewhere I could hear my kitty purring contentedly.

We were both content, more so than I’d been in a long time. Stash’s growls were low and husky, his breath scalding every inch of skin. He dragged his tongue up and down my pussy, leaving me aching all over. I dug my heels into the bed, a wild strangled feeling cascading through me even though the vibrations were powerful.

He added another finger then another, stretching them wide open as he claimed my pussy all over again. He was masterful, driving me to the point of ecstasy then pulling away. The moment was incredible, the only thought lingering in my mind about how much I craved his touch.

And simply being with the man.

His actions became rougher, his tongue assaulting my cunt, licking furiously. Just like a lollypop. A giggle passed from my lips as I tossed my head from side to side. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. Driving me crazy.

When he slowed down again, I couldn’t take it any longer. Jerking up from the bed, I glared at him while I panted. “Please. Let me come.”

His response?