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The new angle sends a fresh jolt of pleasure through me, and my head falls back against the sofa as he devours me.

“I want you to come all over my face,” he says, voice ragged against my skin. “I love the taste of your cream so much I could drown in it.”

The words drag me closer to the edge, and then his tongue circles, presses, teases until I break, crying out as the orgasm crashes through me, my body quaking, hips pressing into the relentless heat of his mouth. He moans as I fall apart, holding me steady through every wave of mind-bending pleasure, licking me clean like I’m the only thing that’s ever mattered.

When I sag back onto the cushions, chest heaving, Lorian rises. His face is flushed, lips wet, pupils blown wide.

He leans in and kisses me, slow and deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close as the world narrows to this, his body, his breath, his hot, hard cock, still unattended.

“I’m not done with you,” he says against my lips. “Not even close.”

His mouth drags down the line of my throat as he shifts, settling between my legs. The heat of his cock presses against me, heavy and hard, where I’m still sensitive and slick from release. He doesn’t thrust.Not yet. He justreststhere, making me wait. My walls clench and I desperately want him to fill me.

I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.

His forehead presses against mine, our breaths mingling in a series of desperate exhales.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” he murmurs, the words grinding out from somewhere deep.

I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands splayed across the tense muscles of his back, still damp from the storm.

“Then show me,” I whisper.

He groans, a sound of pure, beautiful torment, and pushes inside me with one long, devastating thrust.

The stretch of him is perfect. He fills me completely, slowly, like he wants to burn the shape of his cock into my body. And he does. There will never be anyone who can top this, who can make me feel like this.

“Maeve,” he gasps, his voice breaking. “You feel like heaven. Like home. Like everything I never deserved.”

He holds there, buried deep, his eyes locked on mine. And for a moment, neither of us moves. It’s just the rain, the beating of our hearts, and the raw, almost unbearable feeling of our souls mingling together.

“I love you,” I say softly, running my hands up his spine. “Don’t hold back. I want all of it.”

That’s all it takes.

He starts to move, deep, deliberate strokes that make my breath hitch, my body clench around him. His rhythm is steady, purposeful, but full of a need that borders on savage. Every thrust is a confession. Every grind of his hips saysmine.

“You’re going to come for me again,” he pants, hand sliding between us to circle my clit with aching precision. “I want to feel you shatter around me. I want to come knowing I’ve ruined you for anyone else.”

Anyone else? No one ever compared to him. No one ever will. I’m his True Mate.

Pleasure builds fast, sharp and searing. I bite his shoulder to keep from screaming, and he growls, fucking me harder.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Take it. Take all of me.”

I let go completely, body arching, muscles clenching, my release washing over me in crashing waves. I sob his name as I come, and that’s what undoes him.

He follows with a broken moan, spilling inside me, thrusts stuttering as he fills me with his release. He holds me through it, my name like a prayer on his lips, whispered against my throat.

We don’t separate right away. He stays inside me, resting his forehead against my shoulder as we both try to catch our breath.

“I love you,” he whispers, softer now. “I’m never leaving you again.”

Chapter 20

Lorian

Iwaketowarm,soft lips brushing below my collarbone.