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I grab one of her ankles and place her leg over my shoulder, spreading her wide. Even in the dark, she’s a sight to behold.

Pink, perfect, and so fucking mine.

I slowly run my hand down her inner thigh. She shivers in anticipation. If we weren’t chasing the sun, I’d draw this out, kiss every inch of her skin until she was begging me to make her come. But I don’t want to take any more risks than we already are.

Even though I’m down with the idea of fucking her out here where anyone could technically see us, I’m not about to do it in broad daylight.

Like I told her in the tattoo studio, all this is just for me now.

And god help me, I plan to enjoy it every chance I can get.

My first taste of her is divine. I swirl my tongue around her clit and suck hard.

“Oh fuck,” she cries.

I do it again, and she pulls on my hair and grinds her hips into my face.

“Fucking love it when you do that,” I growl.

“Don’t stop!” she protests, making me laugh. Two months ago, she would never have said something like that in the bedroom. Now she’s pulling my hair and taking control of her orgasms.

It’s sexy as hell.

I do exactly as I’m told and rub my tongue back and forth along her sensitive nub. When I slip two fingers inside her, she lets out a curse, and then she’s riding my face.

My cock is so hard, I have to keep myself from fucking the damn cushion so I don’t blow my load before I can get inside her.

Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long.

I curl my two fingers, and suddenly her back bows, and I feel her whole body go rigid just before she shatters. She moans my name as I carry her through every aftershock, licking her clit until it becomes too much and she’s pulling me up on top of her.

This time, when her fingers move through my hair, it’s gentle. Sweet. Reverent.

And when I kiss her, it’s slow. Purposeful. Loving.

No words are exchanged as she reaches for the waistband of my boxers and pushes them off my hips. When I slip them the rest of the way off and toss them to the ground, she only gazes up at me with a look of complete adoration.

This is what it feels like to make love, I realize. To know your partner so well that no words are needed. To be so deeply connected to another, feelings and emotions can be conveyed through physical touch.

When I slide into her slick entrance seconds later, I feel whole. Her legs wrap around me, and I bend down and kiss her. She moans into my mouth as I grind my hips and set a slow, torturous pace.

I run a hand over her smooth skin. I kiss her everywhere. I tell her how beautiful she is, and when we’re both desperate and covered in sweat, I grip her waist and flip us so she’s on top, giving her all the control.

“The sun is about to rise, Zara,” I say, causing her to look over her shoulder. Tiny streaks of amber and gold are cresting the horizon. “And you know I don’t share.”

She leans down and places a sweet kiss on my lips, then whispers in my ear. “Neither do I.”

Then she lifts her hips and nearly slides all the way off my cock before slamming her hips back down. My eyes nearly rollback in my head as she reaches forward and interlaces her hands with mine. And then begins to move.

It’s mesmerizing. The way her hips rock, the steady bounce of her tits, and the look of sheer pleasure on her face while she does it.

But it’s the confidence I love most.

She knows she looks good, and it’s so hot. I know I’m not going to last much longer.

“Zara,” I warn her.

She leans back, which only deepens the angle. She lets out a throaty moan I recognize well. She’s close. I let go of one of her hands and reach between her legs to rub her clit.