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“Hey.” He pulled back to look at me. Stroked the hair from my cheek and tucked it behind my ear. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know. I feel so…bottled up. Everything is so good now, and I love you so much, but there’s all this residual mess inside me that I don’t know what to do with. All the fear of being murdered, of losing you, and then of being murdered again…Dammit. I wish I could cry or scream or shout or something. I’m like a shaken soda. I need something to pop the cap and release the pressure.” I managed a wobbly smile. “Maybe I should try wingsuiting.” I was mostly joking, but it had worked for Seb, so…why not?

“You need two hundred skydiving jumps before you can even consider wingsuiting. We’ll talk about it again in four or five years.”

Four or five years. Happiness surged through me. I wasn’t sure if that made the riot of emotions in me better or simply harder to contain. My fingers played restlessly against the back of his neck. “I like that you’re planning ahead.”

“I like that you like that. Now, about that catharsis…” Seb’s eyes glinted like emeralds.

He moved so fast it nearly knocked the wind out of me. Suddenly he was flat on his back lengthwise on the couch, with his knees hanging off one end, and I was straddling his torso.

“I’m not cleared for strenuous physical activity yet,” I said reluctantly, but god, even sitting on him like this made me bite my lip. It had been so long.

“But light physical activity is fine and encouraged. I asked. So you’re just going to have to let me do all the work.” His palms glided up my bare thighs and under my shirt. A gentle squeeze of my hips, and then his thumbs slipped under through the leg hole of my underwear and hooked around the waistband. “How attached are you to these panties?”

They were pink silk and I happened to like them a lot. I narrowed my eyes. “Why?”

“Because they have to come off. So, you can either stand and take them off, or I’m going to tear them off.”

Remembering the T-shirt incident, I hastily clambered off him. Facing him, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and slowly lifted it over my head and tossed it aside, making Seb groan when he saw I wasn’t wearing a bra. Then I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and wiggled them down. I leaned forward when I got to my knees and gave my breasts a little jiggle right in Seb’s face. That backfired spectacularly, because he jackknifed up and caught a nipple between his lips, and I lost my balance at the delicious tug of his mouth.

“Hey!” I said, laughing as he steadied my hips. My panties dropped to the ground, and I stepped out.

He gave me a lazy, half-lidded perusal, then stripped his shirt off. “I’m not sorry. Now, come here.”

He was lying down again, so I slid on top of him with one knee wedged against the couch back. “I fail to see how me being on top is you doing all the work. And you’re still wearing pants.”

His gaze lowered to my bare pussy, sitting just below the fly of his jeans. He licked his lips, scooped me up, and moved me several inches up his abdomen so I was practically sitting on his chest…and nowhere near his dick.

My brow furrowed. “What are you doing?”

“Come here.” He tapped his mouth. “Put your pussy right here.”

“You…want me to sit on your face?”

Something vulnerable and uncertain washed over his expression and his eyes flicked to mine. “I know exactly what you need.” He dragged my hips closer to his mouth. “Let me give it to you. Please.”

He held his breath as he waited for my answer.

And I…I was scared and happy and so many things, but there was no part of me that wanted to say no to this. “All right,” I whispered.

Using the back of the couch for balance, I put a knee on the armrest next to his head and climbed on, lowering myself gingerly. With a hungry snarl, he grabbed my hips and yanked me the rest of the way down. His mouth was open and waiting for me, and I gasped at the first glide of his tongue.

He took his time, exploring everywhere, like he was getting reacquainted with my pussy. He nibbled and sucked and tasted, making happy, contented sounds that were honestly too adorable for the depraved things he was doing to me.

I ground against him shamelessly, using the back of the couch for leverage as I rocked back and forth on his face. He took that as encouragement and wrapped his arms around my thighs and hoisted my body to where he could slide his tongue straight into my cunt.

“Seb!” I cried, and oh, god, it was building.

The pleasure spiraled tighter and tighter. I knew what would happen then, when it finally hit. All those bottled-up emotions would go boom. The giant mess in me would explode into a giant mess on Seb.

Panting, I pulled myself back from the edge.

“Lila.” He nipped the soft flesh of my inner thigh. “I need this. I need you shaking and shouting my name. I need you to come apart here on my mouth because there’s nowhere safer for you to be. And you need this from me. You need the catharsis, and you know I’m the one who can give it to you. It’s all right. You can let go. You’re safe here.” He swiped his tongue up my slit again. “Let yourself need me, baby. I swear I’ll come through for you.”

I stared down at the man I loved. “Make me come, Seb,” I whispered.

His eyes locked on mine. He licked me rougher, harder, clamping down on my thighs to hold me in place. And through it all, he watched me from between my spread thighs, his gaze never leaving my face. I stared back in a trance as the pressure steadily built. Oh, god, I was so close, I was so⁠—