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The pink tip of her tongue darts out as she fixates on my bulging groin. “Yes, please.”

“Give me your hand.” I hold mine flat, beckoning for her fingers.

When she slips them into my palm, I use her to open my zipper, freeing my throbbing cock into her grasp.

Her cool touch is a shock after all these weeks of wanting her. I guide her up and down my shaft, sending fiery bolts into my nuts with each stroke.

Her eyes are like saucers when she goads the droplet of pre-cum out of the tip. “Cade, I—”“Back on the headboard,” I rumble, dropping to frame her with my body.

Her jaw clamps tight but she minds, reaching up with a shiver running the length of her torso.

My tongue runs her lower lip, then I suction it between my teeth to nibble. I want to devour her. I’ve been a patient man but this need to taste every inch of her is insatiable.

Leading with my fingers, I follow with my mouth, licking and suckling until her scarred skin is stained with kisses.

Those nipples I’ve only been able to tease with a brush of my touch fall victim to the heat of my appetite.

Her gasps and moans speckle the dusky air as I finally consume my way lower. She writhes beneath me, wiggling and kicking at the blankets, all while those twitching nails scratch at the wooden bed rail.

“This is how it will be.” I settle between her thighs. “I get dessert, you get to scream.” I grin over the blonde curls of her pussy, then flatten my tongue to taste her for the first time.

“Cade!” Her cry is everything I’ve wanted as she arches. “Oh my god!” She bucks her knees high, digging her heels into the bed like she’s trying to backflip away from me.

But all it does is drive me deeper until I’m pushing into her, fucking her with my mouth as she heaves and gasps.

“Hot,” she whimpers, her bare feet bracing on my shoulders, her hair flying against the pillow in a sunny fan.

With her palms flat against the headboard, her breathy moans get higher pitched while I ravage her perfect little prize like a starving man. Each jerk of her pelvis gets longer, her abs tightening and lengthening as the flush of pink races over her skin.

She’s close. One finger is what she’s used to and I slide that in to curl against the tight knot just inside her fluttering entrance.

But when I push in the second, knowing I need to stretch my lover’s virgin cunt, her scream catapults from the ceiling as she shatters around me.

Chapter 45 - Rosalyn

I can’t catch my breath as my pulse pounds in my ears. Every limb feels heavy and light at the same time. Like I’m a million miles underwater but floating.

It takes the last sliver of concentration to keep my fingers touching the headboard.

I promised him my trust. I want this.

Him. I want him.

Collapsing onto the mattress, my racing heart barely begins to steady when his mouth starts again.

Fuck, it almost hurts I’m so sensitive.

My nails scratch the grain with the aftershocks quaking my body.

What he does to me is unheard of. I never dreamed it would be this way. So…holy shit.

He thrusts his fingers deeper and I’m so full it feels strange but not in a bad way. It’s foreign and odd how it can feel good.

What will happen when it isn’t his hand? I finally saw him and the thought of that fitting inside of me is intimidating.

But as he licks and strokes me, the building pressure blinds any fear. The world fades into just the feel of his mouth, the grasp of his hand on my hip, the tickle of his whiskers between my thighs. All the other noise disappears into the throbbing need of him.

“Please,” I whimper, my head thrashing between my arms. “I want—”