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I didn’t realize how wet I was until he pushed deeper, swirling his finger in a circular pattern that set a spot deep within throbbing, my lips so sensitive I feel like I might explode into lust.

“We have to be quiet,” I say.

He smirks as he leans down, watching me. “I’m not the one moaning.”

I smile as he moves his finger even quicker, around and around, making my hips buck on instinct. I can’t help it, the pleasure mixing with the affection, with the knowledge thisreallydoes mean something.

“You’re so sexy when you move like that,” he says in a low but urgent voice. “Fuck, the way you ride my hand.”

“Yes, yes,” I whimper, moving even faster in time with his hand.

He leans down and kisses me hard, crushing my lips. I can feel his teeth pressing through and mine as we push against each other, as we give into everything we want.

When he stops the kiss, I have to bite down not to let out a long moan.

I can hear my pussy, the wet sounds I make as he fingers me quicker and with more possessive hunger, but there’s no shame, only the heat, only the never-ending want.

“That’s it,” he snarls, pumping his hand even quicker. “Fuck, your tight pussy is singing for me, Freya.”

“Mmm,” I moan, the only sound I can make, as my hips pick up more starving speed.

“You’re going to take every fucking inch,” he growls. “You’re going to take it like the horny virgin you are. Because you’remine. Your body, your sweet drenched pussy, your core, everything.”

“It’s yours,” I whisper, voice cracking as the orgasm erupts inside of me. “Everything, all of…me, Felix.Oh, Felix.”

He pumps his hand, causing the mattress to whine, as I collapse against him and bite down on his hard chest.

It’s the only way to stop myself from screaming as the ecstasy riots through me.

“That’s it. Show me how badly you want it, Freya. Show me how badly youneedit.”

I bite down even harder as my pussy aches, pulsating around his finger as he moves faster and faster.

I can taste his sweat through his T-shirt, tastehim, and that’s what I focus on as the orgasm comes to an end.

My man, his taste in my mouth, and his scent surge around me.

He removes his finger as I let his chest go.

Lying back, I hear myself panting, as though the nerves are ramping up, as though I know what’s coming, and I don’t want it.

But that’s crap.

Idowant it.

Just because I’ve never done it before, and just because the thought makes me wonder if I’m up to the challenge, it doesn’t mean I’m not ready.

It doesn’t mean my core isn’t screaming for the future that – miraculously – Felix wants to.

CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO

Felix

Part of me wishes I’d taken my woman someplace else before indulging in her young curvy body, in the tightness of her pussy, how soaked she is.

But when she told me she wanted the same life I ache for, I couldn’t stop.

Now we have to be quiet.

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