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“Go get on the bed, Lily. Show me how you’ve blossomed. And if I’m impressed, you’ll know by how vigorously I lick you with my tongue.”

She quivered so violently that my hands flexed in preparation to catch her.

But she didn’t fall. Instead, she dropped the towel and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek before leaving the bathroom.

It was the sexiest invitation I’d ever received—that sweet touch of innocence followed by her shaky walk from the room.

Because those weren’t trembles of fear; they were shudders ofneed.

You’re almost where I need you, Lily, I thought, picking up the towel she’d dropped.Tonight, I’m going to make you bloom.

Chapter25

Lily

Every part of me burned.

My face. My breasts. My lower belly. My thighs.

I fought the urge to squirm, my need for friction driving the heat to uncomfortable levels inside me. My veins resembled liquid fire.

Cedric had sent me in here what felt like hours ago. Except my damp hair told me it was maybe only a few minutes.

Yet it felt as though I were dying.

His words had rippled through me and stoked my inner craving, leaving me more than soaked between my thighs.

I wanted to be embarrassed, but that would require me to have enough energy to feel anything other than aroused, and my emotional reserves were all tapped out at the moment.

I gripped the pillows over my head, my back threatening to bow as a moan taunted my throat.

Goddess, where is he? Why is this taking so long?

I squeezed my eyes shut, a tiny hint of fear taking root inside me.

What if he isn’t coming? What if he’s just testing me to see how long I’ll lie like this, waiting for him?

The answer was forever.

Because I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I desired him. And if lying here in a sea of agonizing arousal was what he required, I’d do it.

I swallowed, my skin prickling as my core pulsated with interest.

He’d let me touch him.

His ass. His cock. Every part of him. I’d never experienced such perfection. And the open way he’d let me explore him had only made me burn that much hotter for him.

He’d denied my request to please him. Then he’d demanded that I finish the game properly.

I didn’t truly understand his motives, but he’d made it clear that the shower game had been for me. He’d given me the opportunity to explore him on my terms without allowing me to focus on his pleasure.

It was an experience unlike any of my existence.

An experience I would dream about for the rest of my life.

His smooth skin. His hardness. His muscular form. All of it was so perfect that it almost hurt to think about. Mostly because picturing him made me want him, and I was already sowet.

“Cedric,” I breathed, pained by the need pulsating through my veins. “Please.”