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She stood on her tippy toes and kissed me hard.

I walked us backward so her back was against the wall.

I shifted her wrists into one of my hands and pinned them above her head.

My free hand slid up her throat and squeezed her jaw so that she couldn’t move.

Della let out the prettiest moan of pleasure.

I pressed myself against her as I dominated everything about our movements.

“Haden,” she begged.

I tried to soak in every noise, every look, and every touch because she would always be on repeat in my mind. I let go of her wrists.

“Undo my trousers.” I pulled my hips away from her and watched as her hands made quick work on my trousers. She looked up at me with her wide, confident eyes. I ran my hand down her stomach before rubbing her clit.

My eyes never left hers as her hand stroked down my cock.

“Do you ever touch yourself to the memory of us, Della?”

“Yes.”

I smiled at her lack of hesitation. “What did you picture?”

I could see desire pooling in those pretty eyes before she looked down to where she touched me.

“You like watching?” I asked. “Tell me what you pictured when you rubbed this pretty pussy.”

Her breath hitched. My gaze watched her pouty mouth fall open as I slid my fingers into her.

“That perfect mouth of yours,” she finally answered.

I let out a deep exhale as I tangled my hand into her dark hair and walked us over to the table. I lifted her up and set her on the edge of it. My hands rubbed down her body, setting my skin on fire.

Her eyes locked in on the tattoo that was silver like the stars that sat over my heart. ‘Storm’ was written over my heart.

“When did you do this?” she whispered as she traced the letters.

“Recently.”

My fingers came up and traced the tattoo of snowflakes. I lied to her that day. I knew it would mark her as mine when I did this.

I held my breath as my eyes found hers, and my hands gripped her thighs roughly before sliding up further.

She refused to look away from my eyes as my fingers slowly sank into her.

I watched her face as pleasure took over her features before finally looking to where I touched her, releasing a long breath.

“Fuck,” I groaned. She adjusted her hips so I had better access.

She closed her eyes tightly as I pumped my fingers into her at a slow pace.

“Do you know what I missed the most?” I asked in a tone that made her eyes open.

“Your pretty eyes looking at me like I am everything you have ever prayed for. I missed the way you always leaned into my touch. I missed the way you snore in my ear as we share a bed. I missed your company. I’ve missed you, Della, and I vow that nothing is going to take you from me again. ”

Her eyes filled with some deep emotion.

“I know why the heavens made you a goddess, Della.” I stared at her. “You were made to have me kneeling at your feet, worshiping you. You would have been my goddess even if they did not make you one.”

I couldn’t stand it any longer. I pulled my fingers from her so I could grip both of her thighs, spreading them open so I could lean forward and drag my tongue across her.

This time she could not help the satisfied noise that fell from her lips.

I devoured her. My fingers slid back into her as I sucked her clit into my mouth.

“Haden…” She breathed out. I hummed against her, and she rested one hand on the back of my head, holding me to her like I would pull away.

“Please.” She moaned as she rolled her pussy against my eager mouth.

I watched her, and she did not look away from me as I ate her like I was starving.

I dragged my tongue lazily along her clit before pulling back.

Her hand tried to keep me in place, and I liked how needy she was for me.

“What are you doing?” she asked in a panic. I smiled at her as I shoved everything off the table and laid down on my back.

“Come sit on my face, Storm.”

My heart raced as I watched her crawl up the table toward me. Fuck, I liked that. Her thighs were on either side of my face as she hesitated for a moment, making me wrap my arms around her thighs and yank her down to my mouth.

“Fuck,” she sighed.

Her eyes didn’t leave mine, and I watched her face as she rolled her hips into my greedy tongue. I hummed against her when her fingers slipped through my hair and gripped it. I fucking loved when she did that. I could feel my frost magic creeping up at the overwhelming feelings I was having.

“You look so good when I ride your face.” She smiled down at me. My frost magic crept from me making my mouth cold against her. The contrast had her head falling back as she rolled her hips into me. “You like it when I tell you things like that, don’t you?”

I nodded but didn’t dare stop my rhythm. My fingers flexed into her thighs, and she moaned at the roughness.

“I’m close.” She warned, and I tugged her against me quicker. “Yes, I love it when you take control. Make me ride that perfect fucking mouth of yours until I cum.” God, this woman and her damn mouth. I moaned against her as our movements were chaotic, both of us desperate for her to finish.

She called out to the heavens as her orgasm slammed into her. Her starlight magic exploded, filling the room. I could hear the thunder crack through the sky as she lost control of everything. Her greedy hips rolled into me so she could draw out every ounce of pleasure.

She slid down my body until she was hovering over me. I watched her with wide eyes as she slowly sank down on me. My jaw clenched as I closed my eyes tightly. My hands gripped her hips, refusing to let her move.

“Wait,” I pleaded. “You feel too fucking good.”