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Chapter Twenty-Six

MERRICK

Sex is not the answer. I know that. But I also don’t give a fuck, because it’s my answer. My lips trail down Colette’s throat, tasting her inch by inch. Sliding my hand up her thigh, I tug down the boxer briefs she’s wearing— my boxer briefs. She shimmies out of them before she spreads her thighs.

Fuck.

My hand finds its way between her spread thighs while my lips focus on the hollow of her throat. I glide my fingers through her folds and feel her. She’s warm and wet. Sucking on the hollow of her throat, I swirl my tongue, then suck again.

I curl my fingers inside of her to feel her warmth. Colette is fucking beautiful in every way imaginable. Feeling her heat, the wetness, it makes me want nothing more than to be inside of her right this second.

My thumb presses against her clit, and I draw firm circles there as I continue to make come-hither motions inside of her. My lips make their way back up to hers, and I slide my tongue inside of her mouth, tasting her.

Colette’s hips lift, her pussy inviting me in for more. I welcome that invitation, loving the way she feels. When she moans, I swallow the sound, taking it inside of me. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off. My dick aches to be inside of her.

I know how she feels, and I want it— now .

She lifts her hips again as she tries to pull her mouth from mine. I tug her head back just slightly before I look into her eyes.

“Please, Merrick,” she breathes.

I chuckle, my gaze staying on hers. She’s panting, and there is a sheen of sweat along her forehead. She looks absolutely gorgeous. But I’m not going to be inside of her before she comes.

When I slip my fingers from between her legs, she lets out a moan and then a sigh. It almost sounds as if it is one of relief. But I don’t shift myself up her body. Instead, I move down.

Down.

Down.

Down.

Until my face is between her perfect fucking legs. Flattening my tongue, I taste all of her before I suck on her clit. Colette throws her legs over my shoulders, her fingers finding purchase in my hair before she tightens them around the strands.

I don’t have to do much. She is already close, and without any urging, she begins to lift her hips, riding my tongue. I grip her hips, my fingers no doubt creating purple marks on her skin.

“Oh god,” she moans.

Swirling her clit with my tongue, I begin to flick her nub over and over, matching the rhythm her hips set as she bucks against my mouth. She’s close. Her whimpers, her cries—her pussy. I can feel and taste it, and I can’t wait for her to completely fall apart against me.

And she does.

Seconds later, she whispers my name, and then it happens. Closing my eyes, I take her in and drink her up all at the same time. Her body twitches against my mouth, her hips frozen, but I don’t stop. I’m on a mission to take every fucking drop of her and swallow it down—consuming her.

When her body begins to relax, and I hear her breathing return to normal, I know she’s coming down from her orgasm. My tongue moves lazily against her, gently swirling her sensitive clit. Her fingers tighten and then release their grasp on my hair.

Shifting to her thigh, I touch my lips to the inside of her leg before I glide my body up hers. I reach for the buckle at my waist and tug it open, then shove my pants down as far as I can, along with my boxers, to free myself.

I’m rock-hard and ready.

Placing one of my palms against the mattress next to her face, I slide the other one behind her neck and grip her gently there as I look down into her eyes. I want to see her and watch her while I’m moving inside of her body.

“You will never be scared again, Colette. You will never have to worry about him or anyone else hurting you. You’re mine now—forever.”

COLETTE

I’m his— forever .

I wish I could believe his words. As much as I want to, I can’t yet. Maybe one day, we can learn to trust each other fully. When he slides inside of me, all thoughts of trust and forever escape my mind.

“Press your shins against my ribs, baby,” Merrick rasps.

I lift my legs and do just that, stifling a moan at the way he slips a little deeper inside of me. He rolls his hips as he slowly moves, allowing me to get used to his intrusion. He stretches me, fitting perfectly within me.

I curl my fingers around his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. He looks into my eyes, staring at me as if he’s trying to see inside my soul. He keeps a rhythm that makes it easy to climb higher and higher toward my release.

It’s slow and steady, the perfect amount of pressure as he rolls his hips and grinds his pelvis against my clit with each downstroke. His jaw is clenched as if he’s holding back. I know he is. He’s taken me a million times harder than this.

“Merrick,” I breathe.

His head jerks without his eyes moving from mine. “Colette,” he hisses.

“Harder.”

He grunts and, to my surprise, does just what I’ve demanded. But it isn’t just him fucking me. He starts to talk, and I realize that being in this room, this is the most we’ve spoken to one another—ever.

And I like it.

If he needs to be inside of me while we communicate, I think I can be okay with that—more than okay, actually.

“That man is pure evil,” he murmurs, lowering his face so his lips touch mine.

His breathing turns labored and panting as he continues to slam into my body harder with each thrust. It feels amazing. It sends tingles throughout my entire body that let me know I’m alive.

“Please,” I breathe against his lips. “More.”

I’ve never really asked Merrick for much, but when he releases his hold on my hair and sits up on his knees, gripping my hips with each of his hands, I gasp because he begins to use my body to jack his cock.

No longer is he fucking me. He’s using me to fuck him. I grab the edge of the mattress to brace myself. Merrick’s hips thrust into me at the same time he pulls me down.

It’s hard and fast. It’s deep and perfect. It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Closing my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh. I’m climbing again, clawing my way to the top of the mountain. I’m ready to fall over the edge, to come again.

Opening my eyes, I sink my teeth into the corner of my bottom lip as I reach forward, slipping my hands beneath his shirt. I can feel his flexed abs beneath my fingertips and scratch my nails down to where our bodies meet.

“Touch yourself, Colette. I want you to make yourself come on my cock.”

I don’t hesitate because I know exactly how good this man makes me feel. I’m hanging on by a thread, so close, but then again, I can tell he is, too, and he’s about to find his release. He doesn’t want to finish without me, even if it’s my second time tonight.

“I thought you were taken from me again,” he grinds out.

My fingers swirl around my clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure the same way Merrick did earlier, and then it happens. I close my eyes and every muscle in my entire body tenses. My lips part, and I come.

Merrick doesn’t stop. He continues to thrust forward while pulling my hips down. Over and over. My clit is so sensitive that I can do nothing other than whimper as my orgasm continues to move throughout my body.

Then he buries himself deep, and a low groan escapes his lips as he fills me with his release. His cock twitches inside of me, emptying into my body. I welcome it, welcome him.

Opening my eyes, I study his face. His eyes are closed, his lips parted, and his expression is nothing but pure ecstasy.

At this very moment, I fall in love with Merrick Steele. I was already halfway in love with him for rescuing me twice , but right now, the way he looks, the way he feels, the way he gives a shit about me—I’m in love.

He stays buried inside of me, and I watch as his eyes slowly open. I hold my breath as his gaze connects to mine. His lips curve up into a slight grin, and I swear my whole heart pauses its beating in my chest.

“I’m right here with you,” I exhale.

Merrick hums, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he speaks again. “And you’re not going anywhere, Colette. What was meant to be is this—us.”

He’s right.

Something drew me to this man all those months ago. Call it kismet, destiny…lust. Whatever you want to call it, that’s what this is between us. We were meant for one another, and nobody will ever be able to tell me otherwise.

“We need to leave here tonight,” he announces. “Get yourself ready.”

His mood has suddenly shifted just as he slides out of my body. I watch as he stands up and rights his clothes, clothes that he is very much still wearing. Sitting up, I clear my throat and look around.

“Merrick?” I ask.

He stops at the door and looks over his shoulder at me, arching a brow as if he wants me to get moving. “I don’t have any identification to fly or clothes to wear.”

With a jerk of his chin, he tugs the door open and walks out of the bedroom, my words hanging unanswered in the air.

Well then.