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My whole body moves with my panting breaths. Eli doesn’t say a word. He clamps his hot mouth over me and sucks away the pain, making good on his word—I don’t regret it at all. I reach up and hold his head against me, forcing him to lap up all the darkness. My fingers lace through his hair as it brushes my thighs. Over and over, he lets go, nips at my folds and captures me again while I confess every atrocity, down to the smallest, most forgettable thing. Except I can’t forget.

And once he has sucked me into silence, his mouth covering me so fully—the pressure and the pull and the scrape of his teeth drowning me in pleasure—his head rises between my dangling legs.

“Anything else?” he asks, reaching for his knife while the other hand holds my hips high in the air.

“Not right now,” I whisper.

“Good.” He glides the handle down my slit and presses the end against my entrance, spinning it. Silver flickers between his fingers.

“Fuck, that’s cold.” The beat in my chest goes berserk, my mind even more maniacal, the thought of him slipping the smooth metal inside much too enticing.

He laughs. “Next time, my little blood luster. I have first dibs on fucking you.” He sucks my juices from the handle and flips it around. “And the only thing I want to hear now is you begging me to stop.” He cuts through my underwear, across my centerand up the front, then flings the scrap of fabric into the nearest tree.

“Not begging for more?” I ask edgily, unsure I still want to be trapped in his grasp and fully naked.

“I doubt it.” Then his hands squeeze my cheeks and his tongue is on me again, sliding down and down, from the top of my slit, past every hole and back up again. He rocks my hips to the rhythm he sets with his tongue.

“Eli,” I warn.

My hands grasp the moss at my sides. Every lick is eager and relentless. His grip tightens on my ass, and he moans into me, taking his time. Burrowing deeper. Enjoying himself. The sensation pulses through me, my entire body drunk on the touch of his tongue. His licks become ravenous kisses—sloppy, sliding kisses and hungry bites—more and more frantic and insistent, reaching my thighs, my cheeks, my fucking everywhere.

Adjusting his hold on me up in the air, his cold fingers walk inward until they reach my entrance. They force it wide open, my skin stinging at the stretch, and he thrusts his tongue inside me. I’m lost in bliss, lost in every deep thrust, lost in the slippery assault, his groans vibrating into my core, lost inhim—everything about him.

It’s too much. It’s too perfect. Too perfected…experienced. It dawns on me.

“You’ve fucked thousands of women.”

His tongue stops, and he reclaims it with a long, lingering lick. His lips and hot breath flirting with my slit, he says, “Hundreds and hundreds of thousands of times.”

My heart flattens. I’m just another fuck on the eternal timeline.

As if he feels my soul deflating and my heart withering in its dark chamber, he pops a kiss onto my clit, spreads my legs and rests his chin on my mound where I can see his face between mythighs. “But not in this body.” My lips part, my breath catching. “Not once. I’m brand fucking new…for you.”

I lock onto his warm brown eyes, a sweetness in them I’ve never seen. Then it’s gone, leaving piercing, angled slits.

“And soon I’ll be inside of you, feeling it—not remembering it.”

I moan at the sheer thought.

He rolls me back down flat and slides his arms under my shoulders, lying on top of me. He’s heavy, inescapable. I shiver under his damp clothes and cold body. His face hovers an inch from mine, my scent on his breath. He takes hold of my hair, a hand on either side of my head pulling tight.

“I want to memorize your face screaming for me to stop and the warmth of your tight pussy squeezing my cock, so deep and hard inside you that you mold to my shape forever.” A whine rises from my throat. “Never, I promise fucking you will wipe my mind clean of the thousands of times before. You’ll be the only one, since the beginning of time.”

“You lie.”

He groans and rolls his hips, jabbing me with his length. “Take it or leave it.”

He kisses my lips, my chin, my chest, all the way back down to my other waiting lips. Then his tongue is everywhere, his lips sliding over the wetness, and I don’t care how many times or how many women. I don’t even care if all the thousands of them—all the lovers—want to stand around us and watch. As long as he doesn’t stop.

He pushes my legs apart, flattening them to either side of my hips and securing them with his elbows on my inner thighs. I smack his head and try to wiggle my legs free from the burning stretch and poke of bone, but he lifts his mouth just long enough to growl a single word. “Behave.”

I squeal and try to roll away, but he’s back, his lips fixed on my clit, his cheeks hollowed and a finger toying at my opening while he holds me in place. Whimpering, I arch my back, trying to escape the slow slide of his finger, but my hips are pinned.

“Damn you!” I struggle and squirm, pulsing with pleasure.

His deep laugh vibrates against me, burying his nose in my heat, his stubble scraping over my delicate skin. “That’s not begging.”

Before I can complain, he fills me, uncountable fingers all inside me at once. The elation—I scream. And he twists. I shriek. And he licks, his tongue furious, rolling over my clit in forceful waves. And the sight of him between my legs, devouring me, the curling of his fingers, the unbearable fullness—