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She nods, nibbling on her lip in the sexiest way.

“Only if you promise me that this time I can be in charge.”

“In charge of what?” I question, noticing the way her smile turns wickedly upward.

“Of fulfilling your darkest desires.”

And before I can protest, my little temptress steers me toward the bathroom, dropping the blanket and the rest of her clothing as she goes.

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Amber

The spray of the water hits us, soaking our frozen skin, warming what had already gone numb. For a second, my gaze drifts to my finger, to the ring my father once gave my mother. It catches the light, and something inside me swells. My heart aches in the most beautiful way, still swooning from everything that just happened. In all my life, I don’t think I’ve ever felt that kind of love from another person. Not since my father died. Not like this.

The man standing before me, naked and stripped bare all the way to his soul, is not the same man I met in high school. He’s stronger… more mature. We may be in our early twenties, but for the first time, I finally feel like we’re ready. In only a month, I’ll be walking down the aisle towards him, heart beating faster than any step I can take, walking into a future that begins and ends with him.

“What’s on that pretty little mind?” he questions, pushinga wet strand of hair out of my eyes.

“Warmth… us… forever.” My eyes flutter to look up at him, losing myself in the tiny flecks of gold that make up his insanely brown eyes.

“Forever sounds amazing,” he murmurs, fingers lacing behind my head to draw me in closer. For a second, I lose myself in his kiss, liking the way his arm protectively fits around my back, securing me against the hard hills of his abs.

My hand wanders down his torso, tickling every hill until it’s securely around his erection, his eyes slitting ever so slightly.

“Your hand feels so good down there.”

“Does it?”

Seductively, I drop to my knees, coming eye to eye with his cock that’s already hard and waiting.

Will I even be good at this?

Has he had this done to him before?

Can I even compare?

The negative thoughts infect me before I can combat them, already losing the battle with my mind. The thought of his body being shared with anyone else sends something sharp and possessive slicing through me. I hate it. I hate the jealousy. But I can’t deny it either. I want all of him. Every inch, every breath, and every fucking moan.

Eddie is mine!He wouldn’t have asked me to marry him again with my mother’s ring if I wasn’t.

“It’s okay, Amber, you don’t have to do that,” he whispers, even though it’s rough with desire.

“But I need to.” Our gazes meet in flames of madness, the fire burning between us like a scorching inferno. “It’s my turn to show you how much you mean to me.”

The steam curls around us like thick, warm smoke, swallowing everything outside of this moment. Water rainsdown over his shoulders, sliding down the ridges of his chest, worshipping every muscle in subservience. I let my fingers follow the lines, slower than normal, wanting to feel all of him, memorizing every inch so no other woman ever gets to.

He watches me with fire in his eyes, pupils blown wide, chest rising and falling like he’s fighting to stay in control. I lower my head, my breath brushing against him, my lips inches from the tip of his cock. He twitches, waiting for that initial first touch. I look up through soaked lashes and wrap my hand around his base, slowly stroking, feeling the heat of him throb beneath my palm.

“Amber,” he rasps, jaw clenching out of habit. His hand brushes my cheek like he's not sure if he should stop me or beg me to keep going.

I press a kiss to the tip, then run my tongue down the underside, tasting him for the first time, learning the shape of him with my mouth like his dick is engrained with braille that will lead me further. He groans, the sound guttural, like it's been ripped straight from his soul. I take him in deeper, the slide slow and deliberate.

His hips jerk forward, but I hold him still, fingers digging into his thighs. I want control. He needs to know what I felt out in the rain, the utter madness of being possessed by an unholy soul. Hollowing my cheeks, I move with renowned purpose, letting my tongue swirl, tease, and take. His hand finds the back of my head, guiding me to a rhythm he enjoys, anchoring me like he needs something to hold on to before he falls apart.

“Fuck,” he breathes, voice nothing more than a choked whisper. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”