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CHAPTER TEN

WILDER

Wilder would never forget the taste of her. He’d never forget the sight of her, head tipped back in ecstasy, utterly bare and exposed before him, her skin flushed and damp. It was everything he’d hoped it would be and more.

If he’d done his job right, she’d never forget it either.

Gods, she had no idea how perfect she was. He’d spoken the words, but they did little justice to what he saw, what he felt.

His heart racing, Wilder dropped a light kiss on each of her knees, still drinking in the sight of her limp and sated.

Then, Thea reached for him, his desire clearly tented at the front of his pants, her gaze lustful.

He caught her hands. ‘You don’t have to —’

She stood, twisting her hands from his grip, pulling him up with her to find the buckle of his belt. ‘I want to. You have no idea how much I want to,’ she murmured, her eyes falling to where the buttons of his pants popped open beneath her fingers.

He was rock hard, his breathing shallow. How many times had he found his release imagining a moment like this? Imagining the feel of her —

Intense pleasure unfurled as she freed his cock, her warm hand wrapping around him, leisurely stroking him up and down. He moaned, loudly. Furies save him, her touch set him alight, and he’d never stop burning for her.

Thea licked her lips as she looked upon the size of him in her hand, her breasts rising and falling with each breath, her nipples hard and tempting. The sight of her watching him sent a fierce craving through Wilder and he leant in to take one of her nipples in his mouth, but Thea’s other hand pushed him back as she increased the pressure on his cock.

A low rumble of need escaped Wilder as she worked him. Gods, she had no idea the willpower it required not to scoop her up and take her against the wall.

‘Thea…’ he said, half plea, half warning, his whole body tense with anticipation.

But she didn’t stop, not that he wanted her to. She kissed him, rough and hard, and dragged his pants down over his hips, leaving them bunched around his knees. Her silken strokes down his cock were intoxicating, awakening the beast within, coaxing all his desire to the surface. The ache, the need for her roared through him and he kissed her back savagely, his tongue exploring her mouth, brushing against hers, his hands tangling in her hair, heat surging beneath his skin.

Thea broke away too soon.

‘I want to taste you,’ she told him, her gaze dipping low between them, surveying his arousal.

Wilder’s head tipped back and he raked a hand through his hair, nearly coming on the spot at those words leaving that wicked mouth. He knew he should object; he knew that this would muddy the waters between them even more. His guilt and sense of duty warred with this desire, making him falter.

I shouldn’t…

He took a step back, needing to hold on to something, needing to anchor himself somehow. His grip found the mantel of the fireplace, his fingers digging into the stone there.

Then Thea got on her knees.

His mouth went dry at the sight of her, naked and waiting for him.

This was happening. She was going to suck his cock, and the thought alone fuelled the most primal instinct within. Every inch of him was ablaze, crying out for her touch, but he remembered himself for a moment. If they were going to do this… They were going to do it right. Reaching for the basket by the fire, he grabbed a spare blanket and dropped it to the floor in front of her.

His own cheeks heated as a shy smile tugged at the corner of Thea’s mouth and she settled her knees on the soft fabric.

Her gaze didn’t leave his as she adjusted her grip on his cock and traced the length of his shaft with the tip of her tongue.

‘Fuck…’ He groaned at the light, teasing sensation, a sultry promise of what was to come.

Thea’s tongue swirled across the broad tip of him and his head fell back once more, her name on his lips, his fingers digging into the mantel, crumbling the stone.

She teased and taunted the crown of his cock until his knees were weak, until he was arching his hips towards her.

Her nails raked down his thighs in silent demand and he looked down, her eyes meeting his as her lips closed over his throbbing tip. Then she took him deep, deep into her mouth, enough for him to brush the back of her throat.

‘Fuck, Thea,’ he barked through the lust-filled haze.