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She wails, and her hips rock back and forth erratically as her orgasm overtakes her.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Just like that.”
She collapses, trapping my hands under her breasts, and she moans at the friction. I shift until my hands are free and run them down her back until I reach the waist of her pants, but I pause with my hands resting there.
“More?” I ask.
She nods. “Don’t stop.”
I pull the waistband of her pants down, exposing the strip of red lace between the cheeks of her ass. Damn. My dick pulses in my jeans at the hot as fuck vision.
“Why would I stop? I promised you more orgasms.”
She moans, and I slide my finger behind the string and run it back and forth across the lace. The smell of her arousal infuses the air.
“I’m not finished with you yet, princess.”
I doubt I ever will be. With another tug, her panties are shredded lace in my hand. Only then do I work her pants all the way down her legs.
She’s a fucking goddess stretched across the dark blue of the bedspread, skin glowing in the dim light. I shed my own pants and shirt before lying back on the bed while my dick points to the ceiling. Reaching over my head, I lift her and slide under her until her pussy is right where I want it.
Fuck.
“You smell so fucking good, princess.” I breathe deep. “So…fucking…good.” With my tongue, I trace her slit from back to front.
“Evan.” My name is a long moan, muffled where she’s got her face buried in the sheets, making my dick leak at the sound.
“Mmm.” I bury my tongue in her pussy. Vanilla, sugar, and spice. “You’re mine now.”
And I’ll be damned if I’m giving her up after this.
CHAPTER 8
LILAH
I’m dragged from a deep sleep by warm lips caressing my shoulder.
“Good morning.” The words are a delicious growl. One I know I’ll never get out of my head.
Not after last night.
Not that I’d want to.
Rolling over, I wince at the soreness in neglected muscles.
Evan’s watching me, searching my expression. “Are you okay?”
My smile is soft, trembling around the edges. This man doesn’t have a hateful bone in his body. Why didn’t I see that until now?
“I’m fine. Just a little sore.” I huff a laugh.
He can’t quite hide the smirk tilting his lips, but the kiss he presses to my mouth is gentle, and instead of taking it further, he drops down to the bed and pulls me into the crook of his arm.
“I should have been more gentle.”
I sit up and watch him, waiting until he meets my gaze to speak.
“Last night was perfect. I just…I haven’t…for a while.”
