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Slowly, deliberately, I withdraw my fingers. Her whimper of protest cuts off as I sink to my knees before her.

“Lift your foot,” I command softly. When she complies, I ease her panties down one leg, then the other. I bring them to my nose, inhaling deeply. Her scent makes my mouth water.

“Zeke!” The scandalized whisper makes me grin. I tuck the panties into my pocket—a trophy for later.

“Spread your legs wider.” My hands span her thighs, urging them apart. “Let me taste you.”

She complies with a shaky breath, bracing herself against the wall. I take my time, pressing open-mouthed kisses up the inside of one thigh. Her skin is like silk under my lips, warming wherever I touch. When I reach the crease where thigh meets hip, I pause to suck a mark into her flesh.Mine.

“Please—” The word escapes her on a desperate exhale.

I look up at her from between her legs, savoring the view. Her dress is rucked up around her waist, revealing the trimmed dark curls at the apex of her thighs. Her chest heaves with each breath, nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. But it’s her face that captivates me—cheeks flushed, eyes heavy-lidded, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she fights to stay quiet.

“Please what?” I breathe against her center, letting her feel the warmth of my mouth without giving her what she needs.

“You know what.” There’s an edge of frustration in her voice that makes my cock throb.

“I want to hear you say it.” I brush my lips over her outer folds, the barest of contact. “Tell me what you need, Eve.”

A shudder runs through her. “Your mouth. I need …fuck… I need you to taste me.”

“Good girl.” The praise falls naturally from my lips as I lean in to give her what she’s asked for.

The first broad stroke of my tongue makes her whole body jerk. I have to pin her hips to the wall to keep her still as I explore her folds, gathering the taste of her arousal on my tongue. She’s already so wet, practically dripping for me. The knowledge that I can affect her this strongly, even after all these months, sends a surge of possessive pride through me.

I take my time, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flicks of my tongue against her clit. Every time she starts to build toward release, I back off, keeping her hovering on the edge of pleasure. Her thighs tremble under my hands, muscles tensing with the effort of staying upright.

A particularly firm stroke of my tongue draws a strangled moan from her throat. I immediately pull back, letting cool air hit her heated flesh.

“What did I say about being quiet?” I look up at her with stern disapproval, though inside I’m reveling in how easily I can make her lose control.

“I’m sorry,” she gasps. “Please don’t stop.”

“One more sound and I won’t let you come at all.” The threat is empty—we both know I could never deny her release—but she nods frantically anyway.

I return to my task with renewed focus, determined to make her fall apart. My tongue traces patterns over her clit as I slide two fingers back inside her. Her inner walls clench rhythmically from the dual stimulation, a sure sign she’s close.

She grips my hair, tugging in that now familiar way as she fights to stay silent. I feel the tension building in her body, see it in the way her stomach muscles quiver beneath my free hand. Just a little more.

I curl my fingers inside her, pressing firmly against that spot that drives her wild, and seal my lips around her clit to suck hard. The combination proves too much for her fragile control.

A sharp cry escapes her as she comes, her whole body going rigid. I keep my mouth on her, working her through the aftershocks until she pushes weakly at my head.

“Too much,” she whimpers. “I can’t—”

I give her one final, gentle kiss before pulling away. The sight of her nearly undoes me—dress askew, hair mussed, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

Mine. All mine.

Standing smoothly, I capture her mouth in a deep kiss so she can taste herself on my tongue. Her hands immediately go to my belt, fumbling with the buckle.

“Need you,” she breathes against my lips. “Now.”

I bat her hands away, making quick work of my zipper. The second my cock springs free, I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist, using the wall for leverage. The position lines us up perfectly.

“Ready?” I grab her hips, positioning myself at her entrance.

Her answer is to roll her hips, taking the head of my cock inside her tight heat. With a growl, I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion. We both freeze for a moment, adjusting to the sensation.