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Then it’s my turn to make him believe.

I lean in slowly, watching him the whole time as my mouth closes around him. His hand flies to the tree, fingers digging into bark, his control fraying with every second. A low sound breaks from him. Not loud. Not even close. But enough.

Enough to make heat pool low in my belly.

I want more of that.

I want all of it.

I take him deeper, pushing past the edge of what I know, letting the weight and fullness of him overwhelm me. My body reacts instantly, desire rushing through me at the sound he makes, at his salty taste, at the way his hand finally slides into my hair.

I hold his gaze and keep going. His fingers tighten in my hair, careful but firmer now, and something in his expression shifts. The restraint doesn’t disappear, but it cracks wide enough for me to see the need underneath.

I pull back slowly, savoring the way his body trembles, then take him again, hitting the back of my throat. His breathing turns ragged, his chest rising hard, one hand buried in my hair while the other braces against the tree like he needs it to stay standing.

The sight of him unraveling above me nearly ruins me. The way his body tightens under my hands every time I pull another broken sound from him.

I feel wild.

Free.

Feral in a way I didn’t know I was allowed to be.

The open air, the darkness, the danger of being too close to camp should scare me. It doesn’t.

I want him to know what he does to me.

I want him to feel it.

I moan, pumping my mouth faster, squeezing a little tighter.

When he tries to pull away, I draw back with a pop and replace my mouth with my hand. “Didn’t I tell you not to move?”

His eyes drop to my lips.

I lick them.

He shudders again, jaw clenched, determination burning through the wreckage of his control.

Then he nods.

Good.

I drag my tongue over him once more before taking him again, harder this time, faster. His hand flexes in my hair, firmer now, and the sting sends a rush through me so strong I almost lose the rhythm.

I keep going until his body shakes. Until his breath breaks. Until his control finally gives.

His mouth forms one silent word.

Fuck.

Then he comes apart.

The sound he makes hits low and deep, and I take everything he gives me like I’ve been starving for it. I don’t stop until he has nothing left, until his hand loosens in my hair and his body sags back against the tree.

When I finally pull back, my body is shaking with want.

I barely make it to my feet before he reaches for me.