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I pull out her chair and hold out my hand. “I won’t let you drown.”

Chapter twenty-six

Winona Bishop

Constellations — Jade LeMac

I stare at the waves of doubt, gazing back at me, mirroring my drifting thoughts in his eyes.

Those eyes—an ocean I longed for, a land to prod my feet into its creamy sand, a melody reverberating in the air around us. Those eyes are buried deep in my soul to forget.

I take his offered hand and stand up on my bare feet. The floor feels cold yet comforting. His chest rises and falls as he fights the wild urge to grab me and take me right here.

His willpower is stronger than mine.

“You will drown if I take a step farther,” I reply.

“I’ve already drowned.”

Hunger flickers in his longing eyes.

I step forward, closing the distance between us. “Then teach me how to breathe underwater.”

“We always knew how to breathe underwater.” Hearing the words fall from his lips brings a sense of resolution. “We can submerge peacefully now.”

I let it sink in for a moment before I cup his face and pull him down for a kiss. His tongue swipes across my lips before he delves into my mouth. He brings his hand to the back of my head and fists my hair as he angles our mouths into the position he desires. The kiss is passionate, carnal, sweet, and unmistakably ours.

Heat pulses through my limbs, tickling down my core.

My disturbing thoughts fade away.

Bursts of electricity race through me as his smile grows against my lips. It’shim—no one else.

He gently tugs on my bottom lip, slightly squeezing it between his teeth. Gazing into my eyes, he sticks his tongue out and swirls it along my lips. I savor his taste, letting it pulse through me, just like all those times he kissed me. It’s as if he rewires my body, my head, and my heart like no other.

“Suck,” he motions to his tongue, wrapping his arms around me and palming my ass hungrily.

I wrap my lips around it and hollow my cheeks.

Producing a gentle sound that causes my body to tingle, “Mmm,” he groans, and I hum in response to the heady sensation.

Sparks fly around us and behind my eyes when I squeeze them tightly.

He brushes my hair to the side of my neck before pulling away from my lips and gently nipping at my collarbone. Red marks form as he presses his lips and teeth against my sensitive skin.

“Mine,” he whispers, then licks my new souvenirs. “I’ll make all the pain go away, just like you purged mine.”

My eyes land on the tall mirror behind him, watching him play with me.

His finger skims over my underwear, rubbing the wet spot that formed on the thin fabric. He instantly smirks, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. His fingers travel up to the waistband, caressing my soft skin and dipping under it until he finds my clit. Little circles. Soft touch. I start moaning as his finger slips down my slit, collecting my arousal and returning to rub my clit. He presses it harder, applying more pressure.

His taste dissolves, but then he kisses me once more.

Biting down on my lip, he sucks it into his mouth. My breath hitches as he slides two long fingers into my heat. I hum into his mouth. Slowly, he eases them deeper. The heel of his palm works on my clit as he continues to fuck me with his fingers, curling them deep inside me in a “come here” motion. My toes flex and curl uncontrollably.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he whispers in a low, seductive tone, then growls in my ear. That alone mutes my thoughts.

“I may have touched myself when you were asleep, too.”