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Without him instructing her the way he normally did on secret rendezvous, she eased a finger into her pussy.
He clapped his fingers around her wrist. Sucking in a gasp of surprise, she looked into his eyes. “That’s my job.”
“Yessss.”
He lowered himself between her thighs. Hot breath rushed over her needy skin, but he didn’t kiss or lick her. His eyes were darker than Hades. As black as coal, but gleaming with an inner fire that ignited her too.
“Be my wife.” His command was grittier, pitched lower as he ran his nose along her inner thigh, dangerously close to her pussy.
Oh god. Was he really asking her again? Without a ring? Seriously, Quaide Livingston was doing something thatwasn’tby the rules?
Could she ever deny how much she wanted this?
“I will!” she whispered.
Very gently he covered her whole pussy with his mouth. Top to bottom. Her clit beneath his upper lip and his tongue probing her entrance.
With each slow, maddening lap of his tongue, she rocketed higher. He’d barely started and in seconds, she was on the verge of falling off a steep cliff of bliss.
A primal noise tore from him, and he sucked her clit hard. She bucked against his face, digging her hands into his hair. The top was longer with trim sides and back, but she had more than enough to hang on to.
He mouthed her more softly, torturing her. Using gentle flicks of his tongue on her clit, he sent her spinning out of control. She rocked into his mouth. A vein of fire started deep in her core. She quivered, her nipples bunching and her pussy beginning to pulsate as her orgasm rushed up.
“Quaide—”
He growled in answer and sucked her hard. She burst like a Roman candle on the Fourth of July. Waves of pleasure struck, and she fucked his tongue for long, mind-blowing seconds. Her whole body hummed as the moment stretched.
What felt like an eternity later, she started to come down. He mouthed her more gently, and she eased her hold on his hair. She opened her eyes and their gazes locked.
Electricity zipped between them, and she didn’t have time to make sense of her roiling emotions before he plunged two fingers deep into her aching pussy. Her sensitive walls clutched at him, but too soon he dragged his fingers free. Cream coated his long digits, and she watched as he stuck them in his mouth.
Sucking noisily, creases formed around his blazing eyes. “Sweet. So fucking sweet.” He dived between her legs again and thrust his tongue into her pussy, in and out until she hovered in a haze again. So close, right on the edge—
He got to his knees. He was so big, hovering over her. But she knew he’d never hurt her. In his bed she felt totally cherished and protected.
“I want to touch you.” She sat up, wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him down with her. He let her roll atop him, his eyes hooded and his lips still wet with her release.
She skimmed her fingers over his muscled biceps and around to his pecs. The ridges of his abs were speed bumps worthy of exploring for a whole week. But she didn’t have time. She was still burning for him.
When Quaide committed to a person, he did it with his whole heart and soul. And so did she.
Her throat tightened as she opened his belt and moved to his fly. His cock bulged, making it difficult to slide down the zipper with ease.
As each tooth vibrated through her soul, she wet her lips.
His ragged groan made her glance up. God, he was so ruggedly handsome. She wanted to touch, kiss, and lick him all over. When she reached into his boxer briefs and pulled out his thick length, it was impossible to hold his gaze a minute longer. She had to see him—all of him.
A moan of desire left her, and she dropped a kiss to the plump tip. He answered with a rumble and drew her hair aside to watch her. She teased a circle around the head and down the veined underside of his shaft.
“Fuck, Dove.”
Spurred on by his hot groans, she licked down to his balls.
He gripped her by the upper arms and dragged her up his body. “It’s going to be over before it starts if you keep that up. Now give me your hot fucking mouth.” He didn’t wait for her response—he leaned in and claimed it.
A wild kiss, almost bruising in its hunger, lit her up. She kissed him back with everything inside her. When he flipped her beneath him again, she barely registered he’d moved her. Still kissing her, he twisted to pull off his boots. Then he kicked off his jeans and boxers.
A throaty moan left her as he returned to sucking her nipples, drawing her up the steep incline in five seconds flat.
