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His eyes lock on my pussy, and his groan is so fucking sexy I’m pretty sure he’ll be able to see me clenching around nothing as he looks his fill.

“Fuck, Little Flame. I knew your cunt would be pretty, but Jesus. How am I to stop myself from ruining it when it’s so fucking tempting?”

“Ruin me,” I whisper. “Please, Orion.”

He drops his head back, and his eyes fall closed as he tries to regain his control, but from the way his shoulders are bunched and his hands are fisted, I don’t think he’s having much luck.“I’m pretty sure if you asked me to tear out my own heart and hand it to you, I wouldn’t be able to say no to you.” I’m not sure the words are even meant for me, but they hit me right in the chest, the fluttering of butterflies in my stomach only intensifying.

“Please.” I nibble at my bottom lip. I’m not sure if he’ll break, but fuck, I want to watch him as he does. As his control snaps and the feral beast lurking in the shadows breaks free.

His eyes snap to mine, and my breath catches in my throat at just how wild he looks with his chest heaving and his barely there veil of composure. “Not yet, Ember,” he forces through gritted teeth. “I don’t want your first time to hurt, and that means preparing you appropriately. I’ll decide when you’re ready for my cock.”

A shiver of need spreads across my skin, and his knowing smirk makes my core clench with need.

Orion Henderson is going to ruin me, and I’m going to beg him to do it.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

ORION

For a man who prides himself on patience and control, I’m teetering on the edge of a losing battle for both.

It’s rare that I allow myself to think back on my childhood, but I remember some asshole my junkie mother was dating once telling me that women were designed to ruin men. He then went on to tell me that’s why we men have to take a firm hand with them, to keep them in line. To show them who has the power.

Even as a child, I understood he was wrong. That he was an asshole who got his rocks off by beating anyone who was weaker than him just to make himself feel good. But to think that someone could ever have that same thought about my sweet Ember makes me feel fucking sick.

Women are powerful, and none more than the woman laid out in front of me like a fucking goddess. She’s been to hell and back, and she’s fought for herself every step of the way. I’m more than happy to drop to my knees and worship at her altar until she sees herself the way I see her.

In a moment of weakness, I dip between her parted thighs and drag my tongue along the seam of her sex, reveling as she explodes on my tastebuds. Holy fucking shit.

Without thought, I drop to my stomach and grip her thighs in a tight hold, making sure she can’t escape me as I devour her sweet pussy.

“Orion,” she moans, her hands falling to my hair as she simultaneously tries to push me away and pull me closer.

I lick and suck at her delicate folds, occasionally nipping at the tight bundle of nerves, causing her hips to lift from the mattress. “You taste so fucking good.” I rumble against her drenched sex. “I could eat this sweet pussy for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and every fucking snack.”

Another moan tumbles from her lips, and I sneak a look up at her, never allowing my tongue to stop its ministrations. Her eyes have fallen closed, and her soft lips are parted as she tries desperately to hold herself back from the edge I have her walking along.

Part of me wants to make her come just so I can lick her clean, but the other part, the part that only wants her to come when my cock is lodged so deep in her cunt that it hurts, knows I can’t let it happen yet.

“Please, Orion. I need to come. Please don’t make me wait.” Her soft cries are addictive, and I double down on my efforts, sucking her clit into my mouth and softly biting down until tears of pleasure and frustration fall against her cheeks. “I can’t hold it. Oh fuck. I can’t.”

“You can,” I snap. “And you will.”

I shove myself up and slap my palm down on her pussy, enjoying the startled yelp that tears from her throat at the sudden pain.

Before I can bury my face back between her luscious thighs, I pick up the vibrator from where I discarded it and turn it on, testing the settings until I find a continuous vibration that will drive my girl wild.

Ember tracks my every move as I drag the tip of the toy up her bare thigh, bypassing her pussy to repeat the same trail on the other side. The soft pink silicone against her flushed skin makes it hard to remember all the reasons I want to drag this out, especially as her hips roll unconsciously as she tries to get the vibrations where she needs them.

I rest the toy against her hip bone, just inches from where she needs it, and revel in the soft whimpers that fill her tiny apartment.

“Orion,” she pleads, and this time I don’t make her wait.

The toy glides through her wetness, and her moan is something I’ll be dreaming of for the rest of my fucking life and will absolutely be trying to replicate every day for the rest of our lives.

Her wetness covers the toy as I rest it against her clit, allowing the vibrations to drive her closer to the edge. When she’s so close her legs tremble from the effort it takes not to come, I give her a short reprieve, replacing the toy with my fingers, working her in gentle circles.

“I can’t,” she sobs. “I can’t hold it. Orion, I need you. Please.”