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Every second is slow, measured. He takes his time. He drags out every rub and knead of his hand.

I don’t protest any of it. I’ve retreated too deeply inside my head to even bother. I lie there and let him as eventually my panties are gone too and his mouth replaces his fingers. My eyes close, fighting the disgust rising up inside me.

But his tongue begins to feel good.

Even through the disgust and exhaustion, I can’t deny it. Giovanni’s always known how to make me come. His mouth and tongue are some of his most dangerous weapons.

I lift my hips to discourage him, squeezing my thighs together. He pries them further apart and runs his tongue along my slit again.

My eyes flutter shut and I inhale a breath in hopes it’ll steady me. I won’t lose my sense and surrender to the feelings he’s inflicting on my body.

“I will dine on this pussy for the rest of my life,” he tells me before he sucks on my clit.

I hiss in response, mostly because it’s the only other sound I can make that’s not a moan.

The brittle hairs from his beard scratch my inner thighs in the most teasing way. It feels good in a moment like this, where I have no choice but to concentrate on every touch of his.

His eager tongue runs along my pussy lips and then dips inside me. His eyes connect to mine, bright and electric-blue. He grunts every time he tastes me and laps me up. The beard scratches against my inner thighs some more, rough and teasing, making me sink deeper into pleasure.

I come against my will. My body shudders as the orgasm tingles through me.

For a few seconds, I forget everything. The issues between us. My anger and hatred. The exhaustion and numbness. Even my own name.

The moment it fades, it all cascades over me at full force harder than before.

Only now it’s paired with disgust. I didn’t want him to touch me. He made me come anyway.

He moves up and plants a kiss on my mouth. I refuse to kiss him back. I lay limp and unresponsive until he pulls away.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Honey?” he asks, tenderly stroking my cheek. “You don’t have to answer if you’re too stubborn to admit it. I know you did. You came.”

He waits for an answer that doesn’t come. He proves he still doesn’t care.

“You tasted so delicious. I’ve missed you these past few weeks. I had to relieve myself somehow, so I jerked off almost every night. You were always on my mind. I won’t ever get enough.” He kisses the corner of my mouth and allows his hand to wander, gliding along my body, brushing my breasts and hips. “I love pleasuring you. Now you’re going to pleasure me.”

His touch used to elicit excited shivers out of me and turn me on at once.

But I feel nothing. I feel absolutely nothing.

Just heartbreak.

“I love you, Honey,” he says, and his hand unbuckles his belt.

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