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William

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

There’s something in the way she looks at me that I’ll never be able to forget.

I see in Taylor a reflection of myself—like how I feel about us. She, too, resists admitting how much she wants me.

But I’m tired of fighting it. After weeks trying to keep my distance and push her out of my life, she’s already gotten under my skin. If I don’t have her, I’ll be haunted by this ravenous, unquenched hunger forever.

I’m completely naked now, and the way she doesn’t even bother hiding her desire for my body makes my cock grow even harder.

Yes, maybe she hasn’t been with many men, but something tells me Taylor will be an attentive student. In no time, she’ll be mistress of her own pleasure, demanding what she likes.

“You never said you agree to my terms,” she says breathlessly, taking a step back as I step into the shower.

The space is huge—it could easily fit eight people at once—and seeing her retreat, even though I’m certain the lust between us is mutual, almost makes me smile at her stubbornness. It seems my fate is to hunt her, no matter where we are.

There’s something primitive and senseless whispering it’ll always be this way—and I’m fine with that. I’ve never needed to chase a woman, but I’ve never felt so territorial about anyone, either.

I move forward, and she stares at me with those beautiful wide eyes. Once we’re only inches apart, I lower my face, though she still has to look up to meet my gaze. I feel as though I’m about to defile something sacred, even though there’s something profane in her, too. Taylor is an angel, but she’s also a sensual demon.

“I accept your terms, provided you understand there are no feelings involved between us,” I say, making myself clarify that what’s about to happen is purely physical.

That seems to irritate her. “I’ll never have feelings for you. Only desire. I don’t even like you.”

Defiant, she turns her back on me, stepping under the water again, as if my presence—naked and aroused behind her—means nothing at all.

I brush her hair aside, exposing her neck. I press my mouth to that curve, a spot I’ve noticed is one of her weaknesses. I let my tongue glide over the wet skin right where I can feel a pulsing vein, while sliding my hand down her taut abdomen toward her pussy. My other hand finds a hardened nipple, assaulting her simultaneously everywhere.

Her delicious body falls back against me, and her round ass grinds against my cock in an unintentional tease.

The first contact of my fingers between her warm, silky folds makes me groan against her ear.

I reach out and shut off the shower, turning her to face me. Then I press her back against the shower wall.

Taylor’s eyes are pure fire, and even messy and wet like this, she still leaves me breathless with her beauty.

I drop to my knees and lift one of her thighs over my shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“You said you wanted to be cherished, Taylor. We’ve got a deal, then. There won’t be a single inch of you I don’t taste, not a single part of you I don’t memorize.”

I part her sex with my thumbs and lean in, inhaling that sweet, feminine scent. I lick her sensitive flesh, and she cries out, bracing herself on my shoulders.

When I look up, her eyelids are heavy with lust, watching me eat her slowly, letting her get used to it, gently sliding one finger into her core.

I suck on her clit, hard, and she digs her nails into my shoulders while her other leg lifts in an attempt to ride my face.

I get lost in the softness of her pussy, devouring her greedily and insistently. I drown in the honey dripping from her sex, my own shaft leaking pre-cum.

Her clit is swollen and rigid. She moans, calling my name when I trap it between my lips.

I don’t stop licking or sucking, and now she’s grinding against my mouth without shame.

“Just like that. Rub that pussy against my face, Taylor.”

I fuck her with one finger, thrusting lightly but determined to make her come this way. I want her completely undone, to feel her legs go weak with desire. I want to drive her into the same madness she’s causing me.

When I brush my teeth over her sweet spot, she moans, giving me her first orgasm, bucking and sinking against me, drenching my mouth and chin in her nectar.

I grab her ass cheeks, burying my face between her legs, needing to make her come again far more than I need to breathe.

Taylor trembles all over, and I don’t let up—my thumb pressing her clit, my finger plunging into her, nibbling the lips of her sex.

“I want to drink you again.”

I’ve always considered myself a generous lover who enjoys giving his partner pleasure, but my urge to satisfy her is taking me beyond that. Seeing her completely surrender to me is driving me insane.

From the way she shakes, I know she’s close to coming again. Desperate, maybe not knowing how to handle the sensations, she tries to pull away from my mouth.

“No. I want one more.”

Her sex is swollen, deep pink and sensitive, and when I replace my finger with my tongue inside her, Taylor rides it the way I want to see her ride my cock. She comes again, whimpering my name, no longer fleeing but yanking hard on my hair, demanding I feast on her.

I lap her up like a cat, leaving nothing behind, and though I’m still crazed with hunger and desire, I rise slowly, gather her in my arms, and head for the bed.

I lie down beside her, giving her a few seconds to recover. My mouth flirts with her nipples, grazing them lightly with my teeth, which is enough to make her arch in a perfect curve, offering herself to me.

“I think I’m gonna die . . .”

“No. You’ll come all night. Because I promised you—and because I’m not sure I can stop touching you. I warned you that once I had you naked in my bed, I couldn’t be held responsible for myself, Taylor. I’m going to devour you entirely.”

I increase the pressure of my mouth on her breast, thumbing the other nipple. Her whole body shudders under my hands and tongue. I’ve never encountered a woman more sexually responsive than my redhead.

“I want to go down on you again, but I’m dying to fuck you. It’s the biggest damn dilemma I’ve ever faced.”

“I want to feel you inside me.”

Fuck!

I leave the bed and head to the closet for a strip of condoms. I only have one in my wallet, and I’m sure that won’t be nearly enough.

“Spread your legs for me,” I command from the side of the bed.

She looks at me with flushed cheeks, but this girl is naturally enticing. Even though I’m certain she’s embarrassed, she slowly parts her thighs.

I kneel between them and notice she’s watching closely while I roll the condom onto my cock, her white teeth clamping on her lower lip.

I lean forward without touching her, just enough to lick her nipples.

Each time her body shivers from a caress, I move inexorably deeper into her orbit, into the seductive universe of my red-haired siren.

As her moans grow louder, I know exactly what I want: the next time she comes, it’ll be with me buried in her sex.

I grab a pillow and place it under her ass.

Taylor looks at me, submissive and sweet, the total opposite of her usual sassy, combative self. She wants to be guided, and what I see in her eyes drives me absolutely wild. Desire, but also trust.

“I’m crazy for you, and I don’t want to hurt you. We can go as slow as you need. This time, you set the pace.”

She nods. “You won’t hurt me. If I thought you would, I never would’ve let you touch me. I’m sure you’re no good for my heart, William, but somehow my body recognizes you.”

I don’t think she planned to say that, but her words hit me in an unexpected way—because I feel the same.

Sex doesn’t necessarily mean intimacy. Screwing someone doesn’t imply a bond with them. But with Taylor—maybe because I waited so long for the pleasure I knew she’d bring—I feel as if every touch or caress has the power to mark me.

I lower myself carefully, not putting my weight fully on her. And when our skin meets, her hard nipples brushing my chest, I swear I can feel her heart pounding.

“Are you afraid of me?”

“No.”

I brush the tip of my cock across her entrance. “Maybe you should be.”

She lifts her hands to stroke my face. “Why? This is what I want. You’re going to be the biggest risk I’ve ever taken, William. Take me.”