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Sensing the change in her, and needing to taste that cocky smirk, I slipped my hand behind her nape and dragged her into me.

Her lips parted again in a silent request for a deeper kiss, which I was eager to give, eager to free her from the taint of that fucker, eager to help her take back control over this part of her past.

She groaned as I thrust my tongue against hers, taking everything she had to give and returning it threefold, needing her to understand that I was more than just ‘all in.’

She goddamn owned me.

As much as she was mine, I was fucking hers.

When she groaned, deep and low in her throat, I felt it inside my bones.

With a tender trail of my finger, one that was in sharp relief to the hunger of my kiss, I traced the sweetheart neckline of her dress and followed it to its natural end. Soft goosebumps on the tops of her breasts made an appearance as she reacted viscerally to my touch.

In a flurry of activity, she surprised me by dragging her skirts to the side, swooping them over her arm so she had more freedom of movement.

As she straddled me, her mouth retreated so she could mutter against my lips, “This was supposed to happen in the opera box, but fuck that. I want you. Now.”

That in itself was proof of healing, but I didn’t say that, didn’t even have a chance to think it because she was pulling down the neckline of her dress and her tits were spilling out.

I studied her delicious curves in the twinkling street lamps that provided us with a faint illumination through the tinted back windows.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I rumbled, dropping kisses along the soft swells before nipping here and there in the run-up to the main event.

When my lips found her nipple, I tugged the tip between my teeth, rolling it over the edges, then I lashed it with my tongue.

A shaky sigh rushed from her as her nails dragged over my scalp. She hauled me deeper into her, snapping, “Don’t tease me, Conor!”

Smugly, I tested the resilience of her nipples with a soft bite. Meanwhile, my hands were busy. I slipped one along the inner length of her thigh until I found the outer edge of the crotch of her panties.

As she hissed in response to my bite, I nipped harder, enjoying how her hiss morphed into a long, low moan when my fingers stroked the fabric that shielded her.

Sliding my thumb over her clit, rubbing it back and forth, her knees tightened around my thighs and she wriggled farther down my lap.

“Now, Conor, now,” she rasped with no small amount of urgency.

I plucked at the crotch of her panties, pulling it away from her pussy and stroking my thumb down the line of her slit.

As her slippery juices coated the digit, I groaned around her nipple, biting down when I thrust it inside her and felt her inner muscles clench down hungrily in response.

Her nails dug into my scalp one final time before they were between us, sliding over my tuxedo jacket, over the starched front of my studded shirt, and down to the fly.

When she went straight for the zipper, not even bothering to cup me, I grinned in delight as she freed me from the cage of my pants.

After gracing me with a single stroke of my cock, she decided that enough was enough because, before I had the chance to savor her touch, she was bucking onto her knees, dislodging my mouth from her tit, and moving ever nearer so that when she seated herself on my lap again, my dick fell against her slit.

That was my cue to take control.

With one hand holding her panties to the side, I rubbed the tip of my dick over her clit, rasping, “Rock your hips, my Star.” With a soft cry, she obeyed, and I whispered, “You have no idea how gorgeous you are. You light up my fucking life and you don’t even know it, my beautiful, beautiful girl.”

The rocking of her hips increased in its pace until she was breathing heavily. Her arms settled on my shoulders for better traction, and I felt her working her way up, and up, and up.

She was close.

I knew she was.

It was getting easier for her to come, more proof of her healing.

“I am so goddamn proud of you,” I whispered as I tilted her chin down so I could kiss her again.

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