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He’s focusing.
And it’s all on me.
I should be self-conscious or cower away, but I don’t. The time for shyness has long since passed. And I don’t know what he’s doing, but he makes me feel like I’m the only woman that’s ever been looked at this way, and it heals my wounded confidence. I place my hands at my side, my hair like a halo around my head.
But I’m nobody’s angel tonight.
The devil won this battle.
He can look.
Mouth setting into a hard line, there’s a hint of a familiar agony, and I don’t expect him to repeat the same words: “You’re beautiful, Claire.”
I feel the weight of him press me further into the mattress and his skin is so hot against mine, I melt into him. Digging his hands into the matress on either side of my head, he cages me in with strong arms, and his mouth is above my ear as he whispers, “I’m going to make this feel good for you, baby.”
I shudder violently, already willing to beg for more.
Sliding my thighs against his narrow waist, locking my ankles at his back, I force him closer.
His breathing is heavy, and I’m glad for it because I don’t think I can breathe at all. He’s doing it for us both.
“Please, Jake,” I plea, and I’m surprised when the embarrassment doesn’t surface.
A long second.
Another.
A painful breath escapes him, and he’s everywhere.
Bruising fingers dig into my hips, his mouth finding my nipples, taking each one and sucking, teasing, and nipping until I cry out beneath him. He tastes every inch of me, a skilled mouth over my stomach, my thighs, my calves, leisurely working his way back before flicking his tongue over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
I buck against him, my body unable to take more teasing.
Drinking me in, his tongue takes a single caress of my core, the sensitive bundle of nerves contracting to the feel of him, and I instantly leap, my back arching off the bed.
“Fuck yes,” he groans. The vibration against my already sensitive clit has me fisting the bedsheets. He slips a single digit between my folds before it’s his mouth again. The power of his tongue has me jerking away, and liquifying against him all at once.
He glances up.
Another soft smile.
More reassurance.
You’re safe with me.
Then he grips my hips, yanking me closer until he’s buried within me. His mouth is punishing, unforgiving, and relentless. He continues until the burn begins to build. I feel the slip of a single long finger entering me, punishing me from the inside out. My body is desperate for release, and as if reading me, he adds another finger, and I lose it. Too much heat swirls in my stomach and my thighs quake.
I cry out his name louder and harder than I’ve ever cried a man’s name before.
But as I chase the orgasm, he releases me, and I almost cry for a different reason.
He stands on muscular thighs before leaning over, coming so close my heart stops when I think he might kiss me.
He doesn’t.
Instead, the words from his mouth almost make me unravel.
“I want to watch you come while I’m inside you.” A growl rumbles from deep within his chest.
