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I run my hands from her shoulders down her chest, stopping to appreciate the heavy swell of her breasts. Her skin is beautiful.

Peaches and cream. Silky smooth softness.

I groan, dropping to my knees at the edge of the bed like I’m worshipping at the altar of her body.

She smells of wildflowers and sugar cane.

Like spring rain and promises.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Mo Chroí,” I whisper, reverent.

She leans up on her elbows, her blue eyes wide. I fucking love how comfortable she is in her skin.

I mean, my mate is gorgeous, but everyone has insecurities. Only, my woman doesn’t seem bothered by them in the here and now with me, and it makes me so damn humble and so proud of her.

She reaches for me and I can’t help it.

My breath catches.

She is so full and soft. So lush.

Arliss is everything I’ve ever dreamed of.

I lean forward and take one nipple into my mouth, sucking slowly while rolling the other between my fingers. She arches off the bed, a gasp escaping her lips.

“Kian!”

The sound of my name like that—pleading, desperate, hungry—unlocks something feral in me.

I trail kisses down her stomach, nipping and licking every inch of skin I can find. Her panties are the last barrier, and I peel them down along her thick thighs and shapely calves in one fluid motion.

Then I pause.

Just to look.

To admire.

She’s wet.

Her pussy is pink with neatly trimmed hair framing her lips. She’s all glossy and glistening, thighs trembling, and I can’t wait to have her.

“Look at you,” I murmur, dragging my fingers through her slick folds, teasing her clit. “So ready for me. Good girl.”

She whimpers, hips rocking up to meet my hand.

I fall in face first, desperate to taste her from the source.

Tongue flat, I lick a long, slow stripe up her center, then circle her clit with slow, deliberate precision.

“Oh fuck,” she cries, clutching the sheets.

I slide two fingers inside her, curling just right, and her body jerks, thighs closing around my head. But I don’t stop. I devour her.

Every moan, every tremble, every plea.

Mine. All mine.

She comes fast and hard, crying out my name, and I ride it out, tongue and fingers never slowing until she’s panting and spent beneath me.