“So that was it?”
“For now.”
She doesn’t push.
But I see the same thing in her eyes that’s in mine.
A lie we’re both trying to believe.
That this is temporary.
That it won’t happen again.
That we can stay sharp after knowing what it feels like to come apart in each other’s arms.
But neither of us moves away.
CHAPTER 16
LEAH
He wakes me with his mouth.
Not with words. Not with hands.
Just heat, breath, and a tongue so slow and deliberate it feels like worship.
I’m barely conscious, still floating in some soft dream where nothing hurts and nothing’s broken, when I feel him shift between my legs—shoulders wide and solid against my thighs, hands pressing them open, parting me like a gift.
“Mm,” I murmur, eyes fluttering. “Kalev?”
“Morning,” he rumbles, voice rough as smoke and sex. “Don’t move.”
My breath catches.
Then he licks.
Long, slow,devastating. The kind of stroke that turns bones to sand and thought to static.
“Fuck,” I whisper, hips twitching.
“Language,” he mutters, mouth pressed to me.
I let out a wrecked little laugh, then lose it completely when he sucks my clit into his mouth.
I can’t think. Can’t breathe.
It’s not just good. It’s surgical. Heknowsmy body now—where I gasp, where I hold tension, where I unravel. He alternates slow circles and fast flicks until I’m gripping the sheets and begging under my breath.
He presses a thick finger inside me and I arch hard off the bed.
“Come for me, Leah,” he says, voice velvet-dark. “Now.”
I do.
With a cry that feels like surrender. My thighs clamp around his head and he groans into me like helikesbeing smothered there. Like my pleasure is the only thing that matters.
When I finally open my eyes, he’s already above me, sliding inside with a low curse.
