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I feel… cherished.

He looks up before reaching for the hem of my shirt. I watch, mesmerized, at the look in his eyes as he tugs the garment up, revealing more of me.

Pyrce undresses me slowly, pausing after every piece of clothing as if he’s giving me another chance to change my mind. Each time, I reach for him again.

When I’m bare beneath his gaze, instinct tells me to cover myself. His expression stops me. There is no judgment in his eyes. No disappointment. Only wonder.

“Beautiful,” he says. “Fucking perfect.”

I tug his shirt as the last of my embarrassment melts away. “Your turn.”

His mouth curves into a smile, and then he’s pulling it over his head. I lie back, watching as he strips quickly. My eyes lock on his abs, on that trail of hair leading south.

I didn’t think my body could get any hotter, but seeing Pyrce naked, with that burning look in his eyes, makes me feel like I’m on fire.

“Touch me. Please,” I beg.

He’s on me instantly, pulling me against him. His lips crash down on mine, his earlier patience falling away. I can feel how badly he needs me as his mouth moves over mine, claiming me. He’s practically vibrating with the effort of holding himself back as he braces himself above me.

Pyrce presses me into the mattress, his tongue licking into my mouth and wrapping around mine. He coaxes me to kiss him back, and soon, I’m wrapped around him, clinging to his strong body as I tangle my tongue with his.

His arm wraps around my waist, and he drags me higher, into the center of the bed.

“Need to taste you,” he rasps against my mouth.

His lips nibble and lick a path along my throat, and I hold my breath as he pauses at the base of my neck. He doesn’t bite me yet, and I try not to feel disappointed as his lips travel lower. He palms my breasts, and I arch into his touch. My eyes are locked on him as he leans down, his tongue licking over one stiff nipple and then the other.

“Oh, God,” I gasp.

“Feel good?” he asks quietly, his eyes locked on my face as he does it again.

“Uh-huh,” I moan.

His cock is hot and heavy between my legs.

I grind against him. “I need more,” I whine. “I need you.”

“I’m yours, Angel. But I need to get you ready for me first.”

“I’m ready!” I promise. “So ready.”

“Let me worship you, mate,” he begs as he wraps his lips around one stiff peak and sucks.

“Oh!” I gasp, my fingers spearing into his hair.

I hold him to me as I wiggle beneath him. I can feel myself growing damper as he teases my nipples, driving me crazy.

“Pyrce!” I gasp as my core tightens.

“God, you’re so perfect. So responsive. So delicious.”

His words only drive me higher. My hips are restless against the bed, and when he lowers his body, pinning me to the mattress, it’s both heaven and exquisite torture. He’s so close to where I need him. Just not… quite…

“Please!” I scream, frustration and need bubbling over inside me.

Pyrce kisses slowly down my body, his lips trailing over my stomach as he settles between my thighs. “Keep them spread for me, Angel.”

I stare down the length of my body as he leans forward and buries his face in my pussy.