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I let out a frustrated sigh, my hips shifting, searching for relief. "Liam?—"

He cuts me off by dragging his tongue in a slow, torturous line down my inner thigh, making me tremble. "I told you," he says, his voice a velvet promise. "I want to take my time."

I'm barely breathing as he settles between my thighs, his broad hands pressing my legs apart. He exhales against me, teasing me with nothing but his breath, and then—finally—he presses his mouth to me.

I let out a sharp, startled moan, my fingers tightening in his hair as he licks a slow, languid stroke over me. My body clenches at the first real contact, heat blooming under my skin, my breath hitching as he does it again, firmer this time.

"Liam." My voice is barely a whisper, lost in the haze of sensation as he wraps his arms around my thighs, pulling me closer, as if he's never letting me go.

His tongue moves in slow, thorough circles, tracing patterns that send sparks racing through my limbs. Every flick, every deliberate stroke has me arching against his mouth, chasing more, my body caught between pleasure and the unbearable need for more.

"You taste so good," he murmurs against me, his voice a low growl before he drags his tongue over me again, his pace maddeningly patient. "I could stay here all night."

I whimper at the thought, my hands gripping the sheets now, because I'm not sure I can survive that kind of pleasure. Every deliberate stroke of his tongue pushes me higher, winding me tighter, until I feel like I'm balancing on the edge of something sharp and devastating.

Then he does something wicked with his tongue, sucking lightly before flicking against my most sensitive spot, and I break.

My back arches, my breath catching as pleasure crashes over me in waves, white-hot and overwhelming. His hands grip my hips, holding me still as I come undone beneath him, my body trembling, my thighs tightening around his shoulders as he refuses to let me go.

I moan his name, gasping, lost to the feeling as he licks me through every aftershock, his pace never faltering, never slowing, like he wants to wring every last drop of pleasure from me.

Only when I'm shuddering, spent and boneless against the bed, does he finally pull away, pressing one last kiss to the inside of my thigh before moving up my body.

His eyes are dark, breath ragged, his control is fraying, but he's still holding himself back, still letting me come down from the high he just gave me.

I don't want restraint.

I want him undone.

I push up onto my elbows, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of his mouth on me, but I don't care. I want more—need more. My hands trail down his chest, tracing the lines of muscle, the hard planes that tense beneath my touch. He watches me, his jaw tight, his breathing uneven as my fingers dip lower, teasing the waistband of his pants.

"Ava," he groans, his voice low and rough, as if he already knows what I'm about to do.

I give him a wicked smile, sliding down the bed, never breaking eye contact as I push him back until he's sitting against the headboard. His hands twitch at his sides like he's barely holding himself in check, but he doesn't stop me as I settle between his legs, kneeling before him.

I take my time undoing his belt, deliberately slow, watching the way his stomach tenses beneath my fingers. His cock strains against the fabric of his pants, thick and hard, and I bite my lip at the sight of it. I make him wait, dragging out the moment as I pop the button, then slide down the zipper, freeing him.

He's beautiful.

Long and thick, flushed dark with arousal, a drop of wetness already glistening at the tip. I wrap my fingers around him, stroking once, slow and teasing, and Liam lets out a sharp curse, his head tipping back against the headboard.

"Fuck, Ava," he breathes, his hands gripping the sheets.

I lower my head, flicking my tongue over the tip, tasting him, and he jerks beneath me, his breath hissing through his teeth. His reaction sends a pulse of heat through me, making me ache with the need to ruin him completely.

So I do.

I take him into my mouth, slow and deliberate, swirling my tongue around him before sinking lower, hollowing my cheeks as I pull back. His hips shift, a ragged groan spilling from his lips, and his hands fly to my hair, tangling in the strands as if he's barely keeping himself from pushing me deeper.

"Jesus Christ," he groans, his fingers tightening. "You're gonna kill me."

I hum around him, dragging my tongue along the underside of his cock, savoring the way he shudders, the way his muscles lock up as I take him deeper. I set a slow rhythm, teasing him, dragging it out just to watch him fall apart.

Liam is unraveling. His hands flex in my hair, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body coiled tight like he's fighting the urge to thrust into my mouth. His jaw clenches, and I can see it—the moment his control starts to snap.

His grip tightens, his voice breaking. "Ava, if you don't stop, I'm gonna…"

I don't stop.