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CHARLOTTE

A n unexplainable sensation washes over me, pleasure gripping every inch of my body the moment he hits that spot.

I cry out as he wriggles his fingers inside me, the pressure building low in my stomach. Fuck.

I blow out a shaky breath as he pours the milkshake onto my lower stomach, the cold liquid a jolt against my overheated skin. I shiver in response.

My eyes lock on his, and the hunger burning there, it gives me confidence. When he questions me, the truth falls out. This is the most exposed and vulnerable I’ve ever been. But I trust him with it. He’s given me no reason not to.

I tremble around his fingers as he licks me clean. The sight of chocolate rolling down my stomach, smearing over my pussy, it’s sinful. It’s his. He leans in to claim it.

“Fucking delicious, heartbreaker,” he groans.

“Just as greedy as me, aren’t you?” he winks, and my heart stutters in my chest.

My eyes flutter shut, head tipping back as I surrender to it. This wild, unfamiliar sensation. Bliss. Peace. Pleasure.

My toes curl as he feasts on me. The contrast between cold sweetness and the heat of his tongue pushes me over the edge. Screams rip from my throat, hips moving on instinct.

“So fucking hot,” he groans. I like that sound. I want to make him do it more for me.

He doesn’t stop, his fingers pumping faster, his tongue flicking my clit.

“Give me your orgasm, heartbreaker. They belong to me. I want it. Now.” His voice is rough and possessive.

A thrill tears through me as he hits that sweet spot inside me. His tongue and fingers moving in sync until I unravel.

For the first time in my life, I fall apart for someone. For him and only him.

My body shakes, orgasm crashing through me as I cry out, fists clenched, my pussy pulsing on his tongue.

“Beautiful. So fucking beautiful,” he mutters, slowing down as I collapse against the table, gasping for breath.

When I look down, he’s watching me in awe. A slow smirk curves his lips.

“I think you deserve a taste now.”

I blink, trying to piece myself back together.

He licks my sensitive pussy and then pours more milkshake over it. Oh my god.

My leg jerks, my body reacting before my mind catches up. It’s overwhelming. But I can take it.

He pours a fair amount this time, holding it in his mouth. Then he stands, his grip tightening around my throat, lifting me just enough to bring our faces level. He nods.

Ah.

I tilt my head back, mouth open. He spits the contents of his mouth into mine.

It’s warm. Sweet. Intimate in a way that makes my heart stop. His gaze is molten as I swallow.

He leans in, licks the corner of my mouth, then crashes his lips against mine. He steals the breath right from my lungs, with his hand tightening around my throat just enough to make my head spin.

“How does it taste? Sweet? Sinful? Delicious?”

He pulls back, grinning, licking his lips.

“Hmm,” I hum, running my fingers up the planes of his abs.

“Decadent.”

He raises a brow, slowly nodding.

“I like it. Decadent. Your pussy certainly is.”

A beat passes. The world fades.

I lose myself in his bright, burning eyes. The air between us crackles. He must feel it too, because he pulls me closer and kisses me, hard.

“I can’t stop, fuck. I need to be inside you, sweetheart.”

I wrap my legs around him as he lifts me off the table and I lace my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, our mouths never parting.I want him just as much. Every second with him drowns out the nightmares. He’s a light switch to my darkness, flipping it on so I can feel again.

He slides the balcony door open. The low hum of the hot tub buzzes through the air, followed by a wave of heat.

He steps in, submerging us in the warm, bubbling water.

As he sits, the heat bites at my oversensitive skin. His hard cock nudges against my bare pussy.

I help him shove his shorts down, straddling him, nuzzling my face into his neck. But he tuts, gripping my jaw and dragging my face in front of his until our noses are touching.

“I want to see your pretty face as you take every inch of my cock, heartbreaker. I want to see how far I can push you. You tell me everything in those beautiful eyes.”

I blink, speechless. His words? They light me up. Make me feel seen.

This is different. This is what being alive feels like.

He guides the tip of his cock to my entrance and my lips part. With my hands braced on his shoulders, I dig my nails into him and start to sink down.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

His fingers grip my ass, helping me lower slowly.

“Keep going, there’s more, baby.” He winks, and I grin through the stretch.

“I’m so full,” I pant.

It burns, but the way he kisses my throat, pushes my hair up, and pulls at the roots like he’s worshipping me…It makes me take every inch.

“So fucking tight, baby. I’m going to explode inside you,” he whispers, breath hot in my ear.

I tremble. He rolls my hips against him, and every time my clit brushes him, I moan.

“Let yourself feel, heartbreaker. Feel how good it is. How my cock fills you perfectly. Hmm?”

I nod, eyes fluttering shut as he dips down to suck my nipple between his lips.

His moans feed mine. The confidence he gives me has me riding him, taking what I want for once. Like I have some power here.

I want everything. More.

I want him to lose control. To throw me around and wreck me.

“Tell me, baby. You want more?”

I pull back and he lifts his head and chuckles.

“I can tell your brain went off there,” he says, cupping my cheek. His hips jerk up—sharper this time.

“Shit,” I hiss.

He nods knowingly.

“Yep. You need it harder. Don’t you?” He swipes his thumb across my cheek.

His other hand squeezes my thigh, holding me down on his cock. I clench around him and his eyes slam shut for a beat as he groans.

“I need to fuck you properly. Let me give you what you need? Let me loose, and I’ll take you right to the fucking edge and let you fall over it.”

My blood pounds in my ears. Orgasm building again, faster this time. He keeps thrusting.

He leans in, his stubble grazing my jaw.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be flying right off that cliff with you. I don’t want to just ruin you. I want you to destroy me too. Neither of us are leaving this room as the same people we stepped in as.”

His eyes burn into me, so real, it makes me ache over the fact I am lying to him. I am not the woman he thinks I am.

“I want it all. Everything you have.”

His hand grabs my throat. Hard.

I drag my nails along the lines of his shoulders, my breath hitching.

“You think you can handle pain and pleasure? I think that’s what you really want, sweetheart. A little bit of both. Balance. The ultimate combination to have you seeing stars.”

I bite my lip.

It makes sense. Maybe this is how I work.

Pain not to break me, but to build me. To wake me up.

“Do it.”

That smirk spreads across his face.

He pushes down on my shoulders and thrusts up into me at the same time.

I cry out, and his arms wrap around my waist as he lifts us out of the water.