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Screwed.

Fuck. My. Life.

She stills. “What?”

“Be a good girl and listen for once, The Morrigan.” I grab her hips, prompting her forward.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She tries to distract me and goes for my belt again, flustered. I like this version of her. Fuck, I like every version of her.

“As you wish.” I flip us again, hovering over her. “You don’t have to sit on my face for me to thoroughly eat your pussy.”

She cringes like the idea isn’t appetizing.

“I’m going to eat your pussy, because it’s been the only meal on my mind for the past few weeks. And you’re not going to deny me, The Morrigan. For once, stop fighting.” I slide my hand up her leg and cup her between her thighs.

She is staring at me, a mixture of apprehension and need. And like she wants to surrender. Or maybe that’s just my wishful thinking.

I spread her with two fingers and flick my thumb through her folds. She inhales sharply, arching her back. I remove my hand and put the thumb to my mouth.

“Delicious,” I hum.

Her eyes widen. What kind of ultra-vanilla idiots was she with before? My other hand grips her hair, white-knuckled, the thought of other men making me completely unhinged.

I crush my lips against her and then move down to her neck. My hands explore her wool-clad body, and I briefly consider moving to the house so I can explore every inch of her flesh. But there will be time for that.

Right now, I’m a man starved. I lean back on my haunches and bunch up her dress. I roll down the remnants of her stockings, her skin silky under my fingers.

“Open,” I growl.

She scoots higher and spreads her legs a bit, her eyes glued on me with scorching heat and something else. Something soft and confident. Like she believes she is safe with me. Like she’s decided to trust me.

It should scare me. It really should make me pause and reconsider, but instead it instills responsibility and desire. I don’t want to let her down.

I can see the moment when the intimacy of our silent exchange spooks her.

She licks her lips. “Are you just going to stare at me?”

“Here she is, The Morrigan. Spread wider,” I order.

She slides her feet on the lounger closer to her ass and then she drops them to the side, opening wide.

“This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. You should see yourself like this. So ripe for me, already dripping.”

Her cheeks turn pink, and she lifts her head like she wants to make sure I’m not lying.

I chuckle. “Relax, sweetheart.”

With my hands on her thighs, I lower my head and dive in. Flattening my tongue, I lick her from her ass crack to her clit and back first, and then I take her sensitive bud between my lips, sucking.

She gasps and bucks her hips, her hands gripping my hair almost painfully. I look up, and fuck, if that’s not a picture to keep me on my knees.

Saar’s head is back, her beautiful long neck straining and bobbing as she moans and sighs with delight.

That one look, along with her sounds, spurs me to action. Okay, and my painful cock that wants in on some action. “You taste better than I imagined.”

“You thought about this?” She almost snorts, but her pants turn it into a moan. Even getting unraveled, the woman sasses me. Fuck, I love it.

“Every minute of my days since I saw you in that restaurant. Perhaps even before.”