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Wilde reached for me and pulled our bodies flush. I felt his cock harden against my stomach. My body flooded with warmth. Though rivulets of water tumbled down our bodies, an entirely different wetness drenched my center and leaked down my thigh. This time, there was nothing frantic about what we were doing. With the ordeals we’d both experienced, the start to our coupling in that shower was a simple and beautiful reaffirmation of life.

As our lips met again, he deepened the kiss. His tongue stroked mine like velvet, and he tasted spicy and warm—a comforting taste I recognized from before and hadn’t known that I missed so much.

Breaking the kiss, he gazed down at me with hooded eyes and moaned. “You’re certain about—”

“More certain than I’ve been about anything in my life.”

Wilde pulled the curtain away, stepped from the shower, and lifted me into his arms. Towels be damned, he kissed me over and over as he carried me to the bed and laid me on the clean white sheets. Soft at my back, they absorbed the water from my hair and body as Wilde hovered above me. Losing myself in him, I relished every second. My fingertips traveled over his heated skin, tracing the tattoos on the one arm, up his neck, and over his muscular shoulder. With my other hand, I let my fingers trace the scar where the bullet had entered his shoulder the night I pulled him from the ditch.

“That’s a scar I’ll treasure—always.” He placed a knee between my legs and settled in.

I felt the head of his throbbing cock at my entrance, but neither of us were in a rush.

My throat worked against emotion building inside. “It brought you to me.” My voice sounded rough, even to my own ears.

He kissed my lips lightly and trailed gentle, healing kisses over my bruised jaw.

“I want to kiss away this mark.” He ran a thumb over the spot where Rex had backhanded me.

“You’re already making me forget.” And that was true. The pain there was dim in comparison to the heat I felt in my heart and my core. That warmth bloomed and bubbled up my throat. “I—”

He placed his fingers over my lips like I had done to him in the shower. “If I can’t say it, neither can you.”

I bit down on my lower lip and swallowed the words as he kissed his way down my neck and took my nipple in his mouth. Leisurely, he lapped at the nipple, stirring it to a peak. I arched my back into the sensation. He trailed his tongue between my breasts to the other nipple—just below the bandage. When he sucked it into his mouth, a zing radiated from the sensitive spot. The flower under the bandage burned with the sensation, but I didn’t mind. My pussy clenched in response. We both had scars we’d wear for the rest of our lives, but us being together made them exactly what Wilde had said before—a reminder of how strong we both had become.

I gasped. “Wilde, please.” My hands roamed over his shoulders.

He paused and looked up at me, purring.

Heat rose in my cheeks, and I felt uncommonly nervous. “What?”

“You’re such a goddess spread like this before me.” His tongue stroked the sensitive nipple once more then he blew on it.

The cool air had almost the same effect as when he’d sucked it deep into his mouth. He moved down my body, achingly slow, kissing my stomach and each of my hips before dipping lower. Uncontrollably, my body reached for him when his mouth was poised above my pussy.

He inhaled through his nose, his eyes fluttering shut, then opening and piercing me with blue fire. “You’re so ready. That smell makes my cock throb.”

“Please,” I begged.

“Yes,” Wilde drawled, tasting the word like I desperately needed him to taste me, and then he smirked.

My lips thrust upward off the bed, and his strong grip held them down. “Wilde.” I panted.

“Baby doll, I do plan on pleasing you in every way possible.” His nostrils flared and he lowered his mouth to my folds.

I mewled at the first touch of his tongue to my clit. My hands flew out to the sides to find something, anything to hold on to.

“That sound is fucking music to my ears.” He dipped his head lower and licked me from my entrance to the top of my pussy.

My teeth sank into my lower lip. I trembled under his ministrations, so ready for him, but he took his time. His tongue returned to my entrance and speared inside. My hips rocked, trying to give him more access, but he stopped. I whined in response, my pussy feeling cold in the absence of his mouth.

“I’m not ready for you to fuck my tongue,” he said as he slid his arms under my legs and grasped my hips. He held me in place, my knees falling wide and exposing more of me to him. Before returning to my aching pussy, he added, “I want your pleasure to last tonight. All of it, Bou. Do you fucking read me?”

God, I loved this man. My body loved this man and every little thing he was doing to me. I nodded, or tried to, because my head wanted to thrash from side to side.

Holding my hips tight, he returned his heavenly tongue to my center. He pushed it inside, then licked to the top of my slit. I trembled in his capable hands with each path of his tongue, but the way he had me pinned, I couldn’t buck up into his mouth. He pulled back between each lick and made every stroke of his tongue last an agonizingly long time. Despite his slow work, the intensity started to build. My lower stomach felt heavy with the gathering orgasm.

“So strong,” he purred. “And such a greedy little pussy.”

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