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Not only do I let him—I want him to. And if he stopped right now, I would probably beg him to continue. Thankfully, he doesn’t. His tongue moves inside me, taking, consuming… owning.

I give it to him, all of me, even though I know I shouldn't. He’s already made it clear that I’m not a priority. He hasn’t denied a damn thing about the other women, and I know it makes me pathetic, but I don’t think I care, and that’s something I’ll have to deal with at another time.

He nibbles on my bottom lip, tugging on the flesh once before he breaks the kiss. His breathing comes out shakily, and when I reach up to brace myself so that I don’t fall, curling my fingers around his biceps, I notice that his muscles are trembling as well.

“You’re shaking, Coast.”

He grunts, lifting his head, those light-brown eyes searching mine for a moment before his lips tug up into a grin. “Haze,” he murmurs, “you’re the only damn thing in the fuckin’ world that could make me shake.”

God. Now that’s hot.

I don’t get the chance to even tell him how hot it is. Because before I can say anything else, the sash of my robe is ripped away. My hands fall to my sides, my robe falls to the floor, and my body is lifted into the air. His fingers grip my ass tightly, digging into the flesh there as he carries me.

I expect him to take me to the bed, especially considering it’s just a few feet away, but he doesn’t. Instead, he turns us around and presses my back against the wall, his hips between my thighs.

I curl my fingers around the back of his neck, my nails digging into his flesh as my head falls back, bouncing against the wall. Coast’s lips touch the center of my throat, his tongue snaking out to taste me there, and when he does, my entire body trembles again.

And now it’s me shaking in his arms.

He releases my ass, his hips pressing against me the only thing holding me against the wall, that and my thighs wrapping high around his hips. Then I hear the sound of his belt clanking before rustling fabric and the heavy fall of his jeans when they hit the floor.

Coast shifts around, kicking his jeans to the side, and then he reaches around me, unwrapping my legs from his waist, dropping my feet to the floor. I don’t know what I expect him to do, but it’s not what he does.

His eyes meet mine, and then, without a word, he sinks down to his knees. Reaching up, he grips my breasts, squeezing gently before he pinches my nipples, tugging on them. The motion sends zings of desire straight to my belly and then my pussy.

He gently glides his hand up the back of my calf, picking my leg up and draping it over his shoulder. His gaze flicks up to meet mine, his eyes searching. I hold my breath as I wait for him to put his mouth right where I want it.

I don’t even have to ask.

My mouth drops open to cry out or whimper, maybe even moan, with anticipation of what’s going to happen. I’m not sure what is going to come out, but it doesn’t matter because not a single sound escapes my lips before his mouth is between my legs. I feel his tongue slide through my center, then swirl my clit.

My head falls back, and the loud thud from it hitting the wall echoes around us. My eyes slide closed as he begins to eat me. His tongue swirls my clit, sliding through my folds.

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I roll my hips, reaching my arm down to slide my fingers through his hair, gripping the strands as I pull his head closer, because I want his mouth everywhere. Inside me, consuming me, whatever it is… that’s what I want.

CHAPTER

FORTY-TWO

WRATH

The taste of her floods my taste buds, and I know in this moment no other taste will ever do. I am so goddamn gone for this woman. I can’t believe I stayed away from her for two whole fucking days. I should have taken her with me or locked her up or some shit, because I can tell that she’s straight-up pissed off.

She rolls her hips, her body bucking and jerking as she rides out her release. Shifting her leg off my shoulder, I stand and straighten. I wrap my arms around her, picking her up again to carry her over to the bed. After laying her down, I climb in beside her.

I’m ready for her to ride me. I’ve been waiting for my show, and I fucking want it. I drag her body over me, and she climbs on top of me, straddling my hips.

I’m hard as a fucking rock.

Reaching between her legs, I glide my fingers through her folds. She whimpers as I swirl her clit, then slip two fingers inside her wet cunt. Curling them inside her, I watch as she shifts her hips, rolling them, her nails digging into my chest.

She dips her chin, her eyes finding mine as she begins to ride my fingers. I can tell she’s climbing again, her head falling back between her shoulders as she moves, and fuck me, but what a show she’s giving me.

Absolutely wild.

And perfect.

So goddamn perfect.