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I did as she asked, and another whimpery moan shattered through the air. I could come just from this. Her sounds and the visual of my handprint on it.

With my head pounding—both of them—I slipped my hand, fingers spread wide, over her throat. I angled her head to the left and then trailed my mouth over the sensitive skin behind her ear.

A shudder tore through her and her head fell forward with a moan.

My cock pressed against her ass and she ground against it while I tugged her earlobe between my teeth, then lower, biting the juncture of her throat and shoulder. A shuddering moan slipped from her lips and her hips rocked backward against my hand. Needy and wanting. For me. Just for me.

“I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you, Sienna Baldwin.”

The admission surprised her as much as it did me. But fuck it, if we were going to do this, we might as well burn to ashes.

“I never stopped wanting you, Ty,” she whispered, watching me. “Even when… things got bad.”

I wrapped my fist around her strands, tugging her so close that her lips parted beneath mine.

“That’s because you’re mine.”

Her lips curved in a dazzling smile. “Are you mine too?” she asked, her tone breathless.

“Yes.” I lingered for a few heartbeats, baiting her, tempting her, torturing us both, before growling, “But you know this, don’t you?”

“I feel it,” she breathed.

“Now, get on the pillow and push your ass up in the air so I can see how much your pussy wants me.”

Her cheeks flushed bright red and my mouth dried as I watched her climb onto the pillows and push her pink ass up in the air. Her glistening pussy was in my full view and mine for the taking.

“I’m aching for you. Please fuck me,” she begged, licking her lips.

My hands on her hips, I admired the beautiful view. My handprint on her ass. Her graceful back arched.

The view called to the raw part of me that had wanted her for far too long.

She belonged only to me, and I’d chase those ghosts with her until they were all extinguished.

Keeping my legs spread, I dragged her ass backward and a small gasp tore from her lips when she brushed against my rock-hard erection.

I swept my hands down the length of her smooth legs, then brought them around, hungry to feel every single inch of her body beneath my palms.

She was breathing heavily and I leaned over her, bringing my mouth to her ear.

“I’m going to touch every inch of you,” I whispered in a raspy voice. “You’re my vice, and I’ll be yours.”

She whimpered.

I brought my fingers around and took her peaked nipple between them, pinching the sensitive nub. She moaned, low and throaty.

“You will tell me if you get scared. Understood?”

“Okay,” she whimpered. “But I’m not scared. I just ache so much for you.”

Her answer shattered through me. There was something raw and beautiful about the way Sienna trusted me.

I flattened my hand and skimmed the length of her beautiful body that was made for fucking. My hands trailed over her abdominal muscles, then the curves of her waist.

Her desperate gasp when I bypassed her pussy and trailed my fingers down her inner thigh was her only complaint.

I traced my fingers back up, up, up, so close to where we both wanted them, before veering south all over again. A frustrated noise vibrated in her throat but no other words came.