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"Touch me," I beg, pulling him on top of me so he settles between my legs, his cock weighing heavy on my inner thigh.

"Where?" he asks, teasing me, his nose running along my jaw, his tongue running up my throat before he grabs it, applying slight pressure, sending all my nerves into overdrive. "Do you want me to touch you here?" His palm cups my pussy, my clit throbbing. The sensation goes straight down my legs and up my spine, ready to explode as his fingers glide up my slit, pushing inside me to gather my wetness.

He removes his fingers, circling my clit slowly, keeping the trail going up my stomach, circling my nipple, making me jolt when he pinches it before ending at my mouth, easing them past my lips.

"Suck," he orders, gagging me when his knuckles hit my teeth, my eyes watering, eager for him to consume me.

I don't find it as surprising this time. Instead, I find it...appealing? Maybe it's the look in his eyes, or maybe it's thefact that he's lining himself up at my entrance while his fingers are down my throat, but either way, I love it.

I also love that he doesn't wait around, pushing in until his body smacks against mine, completely burying himself inside me with one roll of his hips.

"I want you to come with my fingers down your throat," he orders, his thumb digging into my cheek while his cock eases out of me fully, making me gargle a gasp when he fully pushes back inside, the tip hitting my sweet spot.

His fingers slip from my mouth, replaced with a desperate kiss that consumes me. The blinding white lights of my pleasure have me spiralling into a frenzy, my orgasm hitting its peak just as Tobias picks up his pace, gripping my hair and pulling so my throat is fully exposed.

He moves his lips to my neck, sucking the delicate skin as another hand moves to push two fingers past my lips again, gagging me as his teeth sink into my shoulder, intensifying my wave of euphoria. He stills on a deep moan, filling me as my heart accelerates and my breathing quickens, gasping for air when he eventually retracts his fingers.

Tobias rolls off me and lies on his back, looking over at me as we both heave for breaths, his smile gleaming, his dimples clear in the moonlight shining in from the balcony.

I grin, moving on to my side, running my fingers up his abs, tracing each impressive muscle, each ridge, right up until I reach his face. He's watching me closely.

“I like you, and I’m going to miss you,” I admit. “Is that bad?”

He nods. “Very. You shouldn’t tell me that.”

“Why?”

“Admitting to me that you feel anything means I’m yours,” he says, leaning up to press a soft, chaste kiss to my lips. “And you’re mine.”

“I said this would end when I left, and you didn’t argue on it.”

His shoulder raises. “That’s before you told me you liked me.”

“Tobias…” I sigh his name.

He rolls me over, dragging me against his chest. “Fine, but I get to cuddle you to sleep one last time.”

I’m not sure who passes out first, but my eyes grow heavy from my post sex bliss, his arms tight around me, and I fall asleep on his chest.

Chapter 21

Aria

The airport is busy–we’ve been standing at the check-in for what feels like hours. Gabriella has taken to using her suitcase as a seat while I try to stay awake.

"What did you buy Jason?" Gabs nudges me once more, frowning when I don’t reply. "Hello? Earth to Aria?"

"Sorry. I'm just tired," I reply, running my palm across my forehead. The air conditioning in this airport is doing nothing to stop the heat. "I’ll jump into DutyFree once we go through security and see what I can find for him.”

"What about a souvenir? Or maybe?—”

The buzzing of my phone takes all of my attention, blocking her words out. Quickly, I unlock the screen to see messages from Tobias.

TobiasWork: What the fuck, Aria? You left?

TobiasWork: What did I do?

TobiasWork: Three missed calls.