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“I’m good with everything,” I panted. His mouth was so close to where I needed it. “Please, Rami.”

He smirked as he kissed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “There’s that begging.”

I lifted my head, and the sight of him between my thighs almost had my heart stopping. “Well, get ready, because there’s about to be a tonne more.”

Chapter 23

Rami

Every minute I spent in Ethan’s company was better than the last.

Tonight was no exception. His reaction to something as simple as a romantic table setting had had me wanting to weep and secretly vowing to raise his standards so he’d know to expect nothing less.

And when he’d opened up to me? It had revealed so many layers of him, while also making me want to hunt down his father and hurt him the way he’d hurt Ethan.

Now, kneeling between my mate’s legs while he promised to beg for me? There was a chance I’d died and gone to Heaven. Actually, that wasn’t true.

Heaven had nothing on Ethan Routliff.

“I can’t wait to hear it,” I rumbled. “Are you definitely comfortable like this?”

Ethan gave me a dopey grin. “You gotta stop worrying about me.”

Ha. Would literally never happen.

“I’m just saying, I’m not rushing this,” I said huskily, running my hands up his thighs until my palms were full of his luscious arse. “You had your meal, and now I’m going to enjoy mine. Thoroughly.”

“Oh my god.” Ethan’s head hit the wood with a soft thud that had me wincing. Thank fuck I’d layered so many blankets on the table. “I might not survive this.”

I chuckled darkly, nipping at the back of his knee. “Death can’t take you from me, Ethan, so you better strap in for the ride.”

He went slightly rigid at my words and I cursed myself internally. I mean, what I said was correct, but he didn’t know that.

I needed to fix that, and soon.

To bring Ethan back into the moment, I gently touched his balls, rolling them in my palm. “So tight and full already. Can’t wait for them to fill my mouth.”

“I hate to break it to you, but that’s not going to happen unless you put your mouth on me.”

“Oh, I’m going to put my mouth on you alright. But not there. Not yet.”

That was all the warning I gave him before shuffling closer. With his legs over my shoulders, the move splayed him open for me, lifting his hips off the table ever so slightly. Not wanting Ethan to have to bear his own weight, I wrapped my hands around his hips, holding him up. His hole winked up at me from between his cheeks, a tight little star that I was dying to taste again. “Beautiful.”

Pressing my lips to it, I suckled the tender skin. Ethan’s legs immediately began to shake on my shoulders. Licking his hole in firm circles, I patiently waited for him to let me in. With how he was moaning and writhing in my hands, I was happy to wait forever.

Eventually, his rim softened enough to grant me entrance. I pointed my tongue and thrust inside.

Ethan’s hips bucked off the table. Well, they tried, but my grip was too strong. I released a thread of my power, healing any bruises I might be leaving. While I loved the idea of Ethan wearing my physical marks, I didn’t want him in any pain or discomfort.

Not even for a second.

I kept fucking him with my tongue until his whole body was vibrating. I was tempted to get him off like this, but I had other plans for tonight. Plans that needed me to focus on stretching him with more than just my mouth.

After picking up the lube I’d dropped on the floor when I was arranging the bedding, I slicked up my fingers, all the while sucking Ethan’s balls into my mouth one at a time. They were so tight. So delicious. I could taste him forever.

Maybe, just maybe, he’ll let me.

I touched his rim lightly, skimming my finger around the loose muscle. “Do you remember what I told you last night?”