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"More than okay," I manage, fighting the urge to thrust into her grip.

She smiles, lowering her head to place a kiss on the tip. My hands fist in the sheets as she takes me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head.

"Fuck, Dahlia," I groan, watching as she takes me deeper.

She hums around me, the vibration sending pleasure shooting up my spine. Her hand works what doesn't fit in hermouth, creating a perfect rhythm that has me on the edge embarrassingly quickly.

I touch her cheek, stopping her before it's too late. "Wait," I pant. "I want to be inside you."

She releases me with a pop, wiping her mouth as she crawls back up my body. "How do you want me?"

"Just like this," I say, guiding her to straddle my hips. "I want to watch you ride me."

She positions herself above me, then pauses. "Wait, do you have protection?"

I reach into the bedside drawer, pulling out a condom. She takes it from me, tearing the package open with her teeth, a sight that nearly makes me lose it right there.

She rolls it onto me, then lifts herself up, guiding me to her entrance. Our eyes lock as she slowly sinks down, taking me inch by inch until I'm fully seated inside her.

"Oh," she breathes, adjusting to my size. "You fit me so well."

I grip her hips, to help her move. "You're perfect," I tell her, watching as she moves above me. "So, fucking perfect."

She braces her hands on my chest, lifting and lowering herself. Her breasts bounce with each movement, and her head is thrown back in pleasure as she fucks me.

She rides me harder, chasing her release. I feel her walls start to flutter around me, signaling she's close.

"Come with me," she pants, her movements growing erratic.

I thrust up to meet her, hitting deeper inside her. The new angle has her crying out.

"Leo!" she screams as she comes, her body clenching around me like a vise.

The sight of her coming undone above me, combined with the tight grip of her body, sends me over the edge. I thrust up one last time, emptying myself inside her with a roar.

She collapses onto my chest, both of us breathing hard. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as we come down from the high.

We lie there in silence, and I trace lazy patterns on her back. Her breathing evens out, and I think she might be falling asleep.

"Leo?" she murmurs against my chest.

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

I frown slightly, confused. "For what?"

She props herself up to look at me. "For making me feel like myself again."

Chapter 10 - Evan

"What do you mean you don't know where she is?" I slam my palm against my desk, making Oliver jump. My assistant clutches his tablet to his chest like it's a shield that might protect him from my rage. "I didn't hire you to lose track of people, Oliver."

"I'm sorry, sir. Detective Byers turned off his phone's location services. I've been trying to…"

"Try harder." I pace the length of my office, running a hand through my hair. It's been nearly twenty-four hours since Dahlia left the safe house, and my patience has evaporated like morning dew. "Call his precinct. Call his partner. Call his fucking dentist if you have to."

"Yes, Mr. Blackthorn." Oliver scurries toward the door, then freezes when it swings open.