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"I'm savoring you," I look up to meet her eyes. "Is that a problem?"

"Yes. No. I don't know." She lets out a frustrated laugh. "My brain isn't working right now."

"Good," I murmur against her skin. "Stop thinking for once."

I continue my journey down her body, pressing kisses to her ribs, her stomach, the jut of her hip bones. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I pause, looking up at her for permission.

"Please," she whispers.

I part her legs wider and settle between them, my hands gripping her thighs. I smell the sweet, musky aroma that's been driving me crazy since I met her. I lower my head and lick a long, slow stripe through her folds.

She cries out and bucks her hips against my face. I hold her down firmly, using my strength to keep her still as I explore her with my tongue.

"Oh god," she moans, her head thrashing on the pillow. "That feels amazing."

I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, teasing the sensitive bud before sucking it gently between my lips. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, and her hands fist in the sheets.

"More," she demands. "I need more."

I slide one finger inside her, then two, and curl them.

"You're so wet," I growl against her. "So, fucking wet for me."

"Yes," she agrees breathlessly. "Only for you."

Those words send a surge of possessiveness through me. I double my efforts, working her with my mouth and fingers until she's right on the edge.

"Cum," I command. "Cum for me, Dahlia."

"Leo… Leo." She chants as she falls apart beautifully.

I crawl back up her body, until we are face to face. Her eyes are half-closed, and her cheeks flushed.

"You're beautiful when you come," I tell her, brushing a curl from her forehead.

She laughs softly. "You're pretty good at making that happen."

"I try." I lean down to kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips.

Her hands move to my belt, fumbling with the buckle. "Remove your clothes," she says against my mouth.

I stand to remove my jeans and boxers. Her eyes widen when my cock leaps free, hard and ready.

"Impressive," she murmurs, sitting up on the bed.

"I'm glad you approve," I say, rejoining her on the mattress.

She pushes me onto my back, straddling my thighs. "It's my turn to explore."

Her hands roam my chest, tracing each scar with gentle fingers. When she leans down to follow the path with her lips, I groan, my cock twitching against my stomach.

"Patience,"

"Easy for you to say,"

She works her way down my body, taking her time just as I did with her. When her hand wraps around my length, I hiss through my teeth at the sensation.

"Is this, okay?" she asks, stroking me slowly.