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Slowly, she drew him into her mouth, inch by inch. After how badly she’d just teased him, he was incredibly patient as she adjusted to the feel of him, taking him in at her pace.

When the broad head of his cock nudged the back of her throat, he tensed. “Oh fuck.” The two words were breathless and husky, and she felt the muscles of his leg tremble under her palm.

He started moving her head back and forth, easing in deeper with every movement. She couldn’t take all of him in, so she wrapped her fingers around his base to make up for the rest.

“Eyes on me, baby,” Darien commanded. She looked up at him again as he started moving her head faster. “Keep your eyes on me.”

As soon as he felt that she had adjusted enough, he set his own rhythm, moving her to the speed he wanted. As the minutes sped by, his thrusting grew deeper and faster, until he was fucking her mouth so hard her eyes were watering.

Darien watched her the whole time, and she watched him, both of them wholly intoxicated with each other. His movements were quick and firm as he thrusted into her mouth. Her throat. His breathing was a ragged pant, and sweat trickled through the grooves between his abs. Seeing him this undone by her was the hottest thing. She didn’t think she had ever been so turned on in her life.

He swore around a throaty groan. “Fuck, Loren.” The tip of his cock slammed into the back her throat, again and again and again. He was gone, totally gone, consumed in the haze of his lust. Lost in her, just as she was lost in him, his eyes filled with dark desire. When a tear ran from the corner of her eye, he wiped it away, loving her even as he kept moving, lost in his cresting pleasure. “I want to come on your tongue.”

Hearing the question in his words, she lightly squeezed his thigh in encouragement, giving him the okay to do it. She wanted it too, wanted all of him so badly that she could barely handle it.

His movements grew more urgent and uneven as he rode her mouth to his climax. He swore under his breath, abdominal muscles rippling as he found his release, burying himself in her throat.

The feeling of his cock throbbing in her mouth turned her whole body hot with desire. Loren watched him as he tipped back his head, his muscles tensing and flexing with his release, strands of dark hair hanging in his face. His eyelids slid shut, his face transforming into a mouth-watering work of art as his pleasure consumed him. She drank him down, savoring every bit of this moment, not stopping until his movements slowed. Until the fist in her hair loosened.

Until her man was utterly spent and satisfied. Only then did she give his cock one last suck before releasing him. She was out of breath and panting, but so was he.

Darien looked down at her, sweat glistening on his chest, hair fluttering with his heavy breathing. He used his thumb to wipe away a tear from the corner of her eye, and then another one that ran down the other cheek. “Wow,” he said with a sleepy smile. “That was incredible.” He cradled her face in his warm hands. “You are incredible.”

She gave a breathy laugh.

“Up.” He took her hands into his and helped her to her feet, her legs stiff from sitting for so long. “On the bed. Panties off.” He stuffed his cock into his pants and rebuttoned them, leaving his belt undone.

Loren blinked at him in surprise.

“You didn’t think I’d be done with you so soon, did you? I’m going to suck on your little clit until you’re screaming my name.” The statement dried out her mouth and had the pulse between her legs returning with a vengeance.

She slid her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them, leaving the garter and stockings on. They had barely hit the floor before Darien was stalking up to her, belt and boot buckles jingling. He palmed her throat, fingers gripping her gently, and pushed her toward the bed.

The backs of her thighs hit the side of it, and she fell back onto the mattress. He shifted his hands under her and cupped her ass, pulling her down to the edge of the mattress and opening her up to him.

Now kneeling on the floor between her thighs, he pulled her legs open wider, a fresh breeze from the cracked-open window by the bed raking across her skin. Even with the lingerie on, she felt wholly exposed and vulnerable, a thrill of excitement dripping down her spine. He began his work on her by kissing the inside of her left thigh, that familiar heat instantly blooming on her skin from the contact.

She squirmed, needing his mouth on her so badly it felt like she would die if she didn’t get it. His eyes flicked up to meet hers, a stunning shade of gray-blue against dark lashes, as he kept kissing his way down her thigh, his tongue sweeping out to taste the area of her skin peeking out above the stockings. He nipped at the inside of her thigh, teasing her, one hand grabbing her ass while the other came up to palm her breast, the hard peak of her nipple showing through the red lace. When she wet her lips, a whimper slipping out of them, his mouth crept up into a devilish grin that she could feel against her skin.

When he finally got to the space between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers. He lightly blew on her pussy, raising a chill on her skin. His eyes turned black as he read her aura, laid bare for him to see without the Avertera talisman concealing it. She often took it off before times like these, because she knew he liked to read her.

Her need for him went through the roof. “Darien,” she begged.

“Tell me what you want.” Those eyes were still black.

“I want you to make me come.” She must’ve said something right, because the look he gave her was unlike anything she’d ever seen. If he didn’t start touching her right now, she might combust.

With another of those sinful smiles, he lowered his mouth, pressed a kiss to the spot just above her clit, and then—thank the gods—he began to fuck her with his tongue.

His strokes were precise as ever, moving in circles around her swollen clit and sliding up and down her wet center. When she began to squirm, he pinned her to the bed with one large hand on her stomach, the other gripping one of her thighs tightly, holding her open to him whenever her muscles began to contract. She whimpered a curse word and bit her lip.

Darien was watching her with such intensity that she felt flushed from her head to her toes. With blue eyes, he devoured every face she made, every sound that floated off her lips. He took his time, looking like he was enjoying this as much as she was. Every time she neared climax, he lightened his pressure, dragging out her orgasm for as long as possible.

It was excruciating, but so good. Her clit was throbbing, every firm flick of his tongue making her legs twitch, and when she fisted the sheets, rocking into his mouth with a strangled gasp, he even groaned, a low rumble that had her dripping onto the sheets.

He tugged her clit into his mouth and sucked hard, his fingers digging into her thigh, while his other hand curled into a fist on her stomach. Warmth rushed to the space between her legs, spreading right up to her navel as her orgasm began to crest, her breathing shifting into breathy whimpers and moans.

She cried out his name as she reached climax, her back arching in the sheets. Rosy heat flooded her entire body as the orgasm worked through her, making her shudder with pleasure, the muscles of her thigh that was in Darien’s grip tightening while her other leg curled around his shoulders, her heel digging into his back.