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I stroked the side of his face. “Then brighten the night, husband.”

Roark let out a rough breath. Again. Say it again.

“You brighten—”

Roark shook his head, his lips, his tongue traveling down my neck.

“Husband.”

His gasp skated over the skin near my shoulder until he lifted his head just enough for me to see the sly, vicious grin I loved so much overtake his face.

A deep sort of growl broke from his chest when he joined his mouth back to mine. I cried out his name when two of his fingers brushed over my wet core, teasing me.

He bit down on my neck.

My breaths grew rougher, jagged, when Roark slipped the first finger inside me, then another. He curled the tips, stretching me. His thumb rolled in gentle circles over the sensitive apex of my core.

I was delirious. It was too much. And yet I needed more.

Slowly, I drifted one palm down his stomach. Roark let out a hiss the moment my fingertips curled around his swollen cock, teasing the tip, stroking the pulsing veins.

Already beads of arousal were at the top. I used them to slicken my palm.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The short reminders that I belonged to him grew frantic over my heart the longer I stroked him. Roark worked his fingers faster, curling and pinching my core until my body writhed beneath his.

Pleasure drew a fog to my thoughts, stilling my hand on his length. Roark dipped his chin and watched my frozen hand holding him tightly but not moving. A furious, beautiful darkness smoldered in his eyes.

Roark thrust his fingers in deeper. I bucked my hips in the same moment he wrapped his hand over mine around his cock and forced me to move faster. Those eyes held me steady, and those hands robbed me of air in my lungs.

This man owned me, body and soul, and I could hardly form a thought or the desire to take back a sliver of control.

A choked sob rolled from my chest when the burn of release surged through my blood.

My body went limp, but I fought to keep my hand working him. Roark kept his fingers deep inside me, caressing me through the waves of release until I thought the scorch of pleasure would break through my skin.

Our joined grip tightened on his length, and our strokes quickened.

“Roark, come,” I said, breathless, desperate to see him lose control much the same. “For me, please.”

All at once he stopped and ripped my hand away.

“What are you—”

I swallowed my words when Roark shifted my hips, angling my body up. In one fluid motion, he shoved our pillows beneath me while lifting me higher. I didn’t understand what he had planned until he slung both of my legs over his shoulders and dragged his tongue over me.

My jaw tensed and my back arched, pressing my nipples into the chilled air. My hand went to his hair and, unbidden, my thighs clenched around his head.

Gods. All gods. It was too much. I couldn’t breathe.

I rocked harder against his face, unable to stop.

More? Through the gaps in his messy hair, his eyes sparked with mischief, one brow arched in his question.

All I could do was nod and fumble through a gasp, “More, Roark. Gods, please.”