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Her brows arch, and from her facial expression, I bet the same thought just hit her.

“Um…I…”

Grabbing her hand, I squeeze it. “You don’t owe me anything. Ever.”

“But I didn’t…you know…”

“Suck my dick?” I grin.

“Mm-hmm.” The way her cheeks get all red is damn adorable.

“That’s okay, love. There’s always next time.” I bring her knuckles to my lips. “I was very happy to eat that pretty cunt of yours instead.”

She clears her throat, a jerky hand pushing hair away from her face. “You can do that anytime.”

“I plan to do that every chance I get. I just don’t know how I’m going to survive not seeing you until Friday.”

“That’s only four days away.” She pops a brow. “I’m sure you can survive it.”

“Doubt it.”

Her laugh rings out, and it’s the sweetest cure for everything rotten inside me.

In the rearview mirror, I catch sight of Boris's SUV.

“It's not too late to come home with me.”

“Very tempting.” Her giggle sends a jolt through me, igniting every inch of my body with a hunger I’ve never known with anyone else.

Our eyes align, and with every breath she takes, it grows heavier. My lips find her forehead, pressing a soft kiss as my hands gently cradle her face, pulling her closer.

“Make sure you text me when you get home,” I tell her.

“Okay.”

“Good girl.” I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her slowly, inhaling the floral scent of her perfume. Think I need a bottle of my own so I can carry her scent with me when she’s not around.

Damn, you’ve seriously lost it. What has gotten into you with this girl?

Fuck if I know.

“Thank you for tonight,” she whispers. “I had a really nice time.”

“Me too.”

Her fingers tangle in my hair, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps that fill the car. In a single motion, I drag her onto my lap, my hands threading through her silky hair as I lose myself in the depth of her gaze.

In this moment, it feels as if everything has aligned—like the universe itself conspired to bring her to me.

“Cillian…” Her fingers graze my cheek, and the sensation pierces me to the core.

My jaw clenches, fingers curling into fists as I fight the overwhelming urge to take control, to own her in ways I know I shouldn’t.

Not yet.

She’s so fragile—so soft under my hands—but there’s a darker hunger rising in me, a need to devour her, to make her mine in every sense. To possess her so completely, she won’t remember a time when it was anything but me.

When her tongue slides into my mouth, my control snaps. Before I can stop myself, a growl escapes, and suddenly, I’m the one kissing her—hard and unrestrained, as if one kiss can make her mine. My hands roam freely while hers grip my back and neck, drawing me closer, as if we’re trying to become one. Completely consumed by one another.