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Her back lifts off the bed. Her legs start to shake. Every sound she makes goes straight through me.

I’ve spent years chasing speed, danger, anything that could shut my head up for a few seconds.

This is better.

Watching her lose control for me is better than any stupid rush I’ve ever risked my life for.

She’s right there, body tightening around my fingers, and I keep her on the edge just long enough to hear my name break from her mouth again.

Then I pull back.

Her eyes snap open, dark and furious, her chest heaving as she looks down at me.

“Revel—”

I move over her, grinning while she’s still trembling beneath me.

“Not yet, Mami.”

A thought crosses my mind, filthy and fast, as I look down at her, but I keep it to myself and reach into the nightstand instead. I grab a condom, tear the wrapper open with my teeth, and pause when I realize it’s one of the glow-in-the-dark ones Talon shoved into the box as a joke.

Cece notices too.

Her eyes drop to it, then lift back to mine. “You cannot be serious.”

I grin as I shove my briefs down and stroke myself once, twice, before rolling it on. “What? Thought you liked a little entertainment.”

“Ay, coño. Your dick does not need special effects.”

“I disagree.”

She squirms beneath me, thighs still spread, chest rising hard while she watches every move.

Goddamn.

She already looks wrecked, and I haven’t even given her what she’s been begging for.

“Impatient?” I ask.

Her eyes narrow. “Keep talking and that glowing little ego of yours can handle itself.”

That shuts me up.

I move back over her, settle between her thighs, and drag my mouth across hers as I line myself up.

Then I push into her slowly.

Her head tips back, a broken sound leaving her as her hands grab my arms. I stop for half a second, fighting for control while she tightens around me.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I’ve wanted this since the second she looked at me like I was the worst decision she could make.

Turns out she wants the bad decision just as much as I want her.

“Eyes on me, Cece.”

Her gaze locks onto mine, dark and hazy, but still carrying enough attitude to make my blood run hotter.


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