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I press harder, flattening my tongue against her as I build a rhythm that has her writhing, her hips lifting off the bed to chase the pressure.She’s fucking perfect like this—wild and uninhibited, every moan and gasp proof of just how much she’s losing herself to me.

“More,” she demands, her voice breathless.I obey without hesitation, sucking on her clit and rolling my tongue over it in slow, torturous circles.Her reaction is immediate.A sharp, broken cry that echoes through the room as her hands fly to my head, her fingers tangling in my hair to pull me closer.

I growl against her, the vibration drawing another moan from her lips as I bury my face deeper between her thighs.My fingers dig into her skin, holding her exactly where I want her as I devour her, my tongue flicking and stroking with relentless precision.

Her body responds to me like it’s mine, her movements frantic and her cries desperate as she teeters closer to the edge.

“That’s it, love,” I murmur against her.“Come for me.Let me hear you.”

Her head tilts back, her red hair a wild halo against the pillows as her back bows off the bed.She’s close, so fucking close.I push her further, my tongue working her clit mercilessly as I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right.

The combination is her undoing.With a sharp, almost guttural moan, she comes undone, her body shuddering violently as her climax crashes over her.Her thighs clamp around my head, her hands tug at my hair as wave after wave of pleasure wracks her body.

I don’t let up, my tongue and fingers coaxing her through every tremor, every aftershock, until she collapses back onto the bed, spent and gasping for air.

Kissing my way back up her body, my lips linger on her flushed skin as I settle over her once more.Her eyes flutter open, and the way she looks at me, sated but still burning, nearly undoes me.

I’m painfully hard, my body taut with the need to bury myself inside her, to claim her completely.

“You’re dangerous,” she whispers.

I smirk, brushing my lips against hers.“And you’re addictive, love.A deadly combination.”

I brace myself on my forearms, caging her in, my body pressing into hers, the unmistakable evidence of my arousal settling against her thigh.Her lips curl into a slow, wicked smile, her fingers trailing down my chest until her nails scrape lightly over my stomach.

She pauses at the waistband of my trousers, her wicked smile deepening as she hooks her thumbs under the fabric.Slowly, deliberately, she tugs at the button, her eyes locked on mine as though daring me to stop her.

I don’t.

The sound of the zipper fills the charged silence.Her hand finds me, and the second her fingers close around my cock, a shudder rolls through me—sharp, uncontrollable.Everything in me goes still, like my body’s bracing for the storm her touch brings.

I shift, kicking off my trousers and briefs in one swift motion, the cool air hitting my skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us.

Before I can move, she does, crawling over me with a grace that’s all sin and intention.Her eyes stay locked on mine, dark with purpose, as she slides lower.Her hair brushes my stomach, a whisper of silk against my skin.Her breath ghosts over the tip of my cock.The anticipation coils tight in my gut, and the groan that rips from me is anything but restrained.

Then her mouth is on me.

The wet heat of her lips and the deliberate pressure of her tongue is overwhelming.It’s the kind of pleasure that steals the air from my lungs.

“Christ, Eve.”My voice breaks as she takes me deeper, her movements unhurried but devastatingly effective.

She hums softly, the vibration sending a jolt of electricity through me as her hand works in tandem with her mouth, stroking and teasing in perfect rhythm.She’s relentless, confident, and utterly in control.

Grabbing her wrist, she stills as I shift my body.Before she can react, I grip her hips and flip her over in one swift motion.Her gasp echoes through the room as she lands on her hands and knees.She glances back at me over her shoulder.The wicked curve of her lips sends a jolt of heat straight through me.

“Decisive,” she says, her voice low, teasing, and full of challenge.

“You’ve no idea,” I growl as I drink in the sight of her like this, open, waiting.The smooth arch of her back leading down to her perfect ass has every ounce of control I’ve clung to slipping away.

I kneel behind her, my chest brushing against her back as I press my lips to the nape of her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.My hands explore her, sliding over her thighs, up her sides, teasing the curve of her breasts before I lean back, gripping her hips once more.

When I position myself at her entrance, the heat of her is almost too much.I slide in slowly, savoring every inch, my groan mixing with the breathy moan that escapes her lips.

“Fuck.”My grip tightens as her body adjusts to mine, her heat drawing me in completely.

She pushes back against me, taking me deeper, her movements bold and deliberate.“Harder,” she commands, and I’m more than happy to oblige.

My thrusts grow stronger—deeper.The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room.Each movement draws her closer to the edge, her breathy moans turning into desperate cries that spur me on.