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His fingers trail along the curve of my hip, teasing, testing, as though savoring the moment before he takes what he wants.My body trembles under his touch, every nerve alive, every inch of me aching for him.

The corner of his mouth lifts, cocky and deliberate, but there’s nothing teasing in the way his hand moves, his fingers sliding between my thighs to find my slick heat.I gasp, my head falling back against the pillow as he touches me with a skill that feels maddeningly precise.

“Tell me what you want, Eve,” he murmurs, his voice low and dark.

“You,” I breathe.“I want you.”

Eamon

Her words undo me.

“I want you.”

They’re simple, barely a whisper, but they ripple through me hot, heady, and impossible to ignore.Eve’s sprawled beneath me, her body a masterpiece of curves and softness, her green eyes dark with need.Her fiery defiance has melted into something just as powerful—desire.

I should savor this.Take my time.But there’s nothing patient left in me.She’s set me ablaze, and I feel myself unraveling under the weight of her words, the look in her eyes, the way her body responds to my every touch.

I lean over her, bracing myself with one hand on the bed as my other trails down her side, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip.Her skin is warm, soft, and impossibly smooth, and I can’t resist dipping my head to capture her lips again.

She moans into my mouth, her hands sliding up my chest and over my shoulders, tugging at the buttons of my shirt with a desperation that matches my own.I chuckle against her lips before pulling back just enough to shrug out of my shirt, letting it join her swimsuit on the floor.

Her gaze sweeps over me, and the heat in her eyes makes my chest tighten.She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t have to.The way she looks at me, hungry, captivated, is enough.

“You’re incredible,” I murmur as I trail kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower still.

My hand slides between her thighs again, teasing her, testing her.She’s soaked—ready.The sound she makes when my fingers find her most sensitive spot drives me wild.

“Eamon,” she gasps, my name tumbling from her lips like a prayer, her hands fisting the sheets as her body trembles beneath me.

My fingers move in a rhythm that has her writhing, desperate for more.“Tell me what you need,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear.

Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t falter.She turns her head slightly, her lips grazing my jaw as she meets my gaze, her eyes steady and blazing with intent.“I need you to stop teasing and fuck me,” she says, her voice full of fire.

Her plea snaps the last thread of control I’m clinging to.I shift, positioning myself between her thighs, and pause for just a moment, taking in the sight of her—flushed, breathless, and utterly captivating.

“You’re sure?”I ask, my voice low, though I already know the answer.

She nods, her eyes locking onto mine, and I see everything in that look.Her defiance, her surrender, her trust.

“Good girl,” I murmur, leaning down to claim her lips again.

The world narrows to just us.The way she gasps, the way her body molds to mine, the way her nails dig into my back as she matches my every movement.She’s fiery and untamed, and it only fuels me further, driving me to give her everything.

Her breath catches as I shift, trailing kisses along her jawline, down the column of her throat, and over her collarbone.Her skin is impossibly smooth under my lips, and I savor the way she shivers at each touch.My hands follow, exploring every curve, every dip.

I continue my descent, my mouth leaving a heated trail down the valley between her breasts, lingering just long enough to draw a soft moan from her.Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging gently.I glance up, catching her gaze.Her lips are parted, her cheeks flushed, and the look in her eyes, equal parts trust and need, drives me mad.

I press a kiss to her stomach, my hands sliding down her thighs as I settle between them.Her legs part instinctively, and I run my palms along her soft skin, holding her open for me.She’s breathtaking like this—laid bare, vulnerable, yet completely in control.

“You’re fucking stunning,” I murmur, my voice hoarse with desire.

Her only response is a sharp inhale as I lower my head, my lips brushing over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.I take my time, teasing her, tasting her, until she shifts her hips, silently begging for more.

When my tongue finally finds her, the reaction is instant.She cries out, her voice raw and unfiltered, the sound rolling through me like a challenge I’m more than ready to meet.Her hips buck against me, instinctive and needy, but I hold her steady, my hands firm on her thighs as I spread her open.

She’s soaked, and it drives me to the edge of control as I lap at her, slow and deliberate, dragging my tongue through every inch of wetness.Her taste is addictive.Intense and all-consuming.I take my time, savoring every drop.

My tongue circles her clit, teasing her with featherlight flicks that draw the sweetest sounds from her as her hands twist in the sheets.