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She blinked her permission and with the last flick of my hips, I was shoved all the way in. Her throat tightened and I moaned, my fingers gripping her skin. Another lick of her tongue against my cock drove me over the edge.

I watched her struggle to swallow as much of my cum as possible while her eyes were still locked on mine. Almost as if she thought me her savior. Almost as if she wanted…this.

Mine.

The simple word resonated with me with such blinding force that I knew I’d fight anyone and anything to keep her with me forever. She was all fucking mine.

I pulled out, some of my cum dribbling down her lips and chin, and her tongue darted out, licking it clean while still staring at me.

I’d known it all along, this woman was my perfect match.

FIFTY-ONE

PHOENIX

Dante came down my throat, and it felt empowering. After a few seconds, he withdrew from my mouth until just the tip remained.

I stared up at him, letting him see how he’d wrecked me… in more ways than one.

He swiped at my tear-streaked face, watching me with an affection that made my heart twist. That was how easy it was for me to fall for him all over again. I fought it, like a bird caught in its gilded cage, but I was smart enough to know when to throw in the towel.

My throat was raw and sore, and my bare breasts ached for his touch. Slipping from my mouth, he helped me to my feet and then tucked himself into his pants while I watched him through half-lidded eyes.

I had no idea why I’d gotten down on my knees for him.

Or maybe I did but I didn’t want to admit it to myself. My breathing became a chore and I had to remind myself to inhale and exhale. Goosebumps erupted on my skin at his proximity and the possibility of having his mouth on me.

It was all it took to be back under his spell… one day. My stupid heart wanted to leap out of my chest and burrow into his big, strong hands.

I’d handed him my heart on a silver platter five years ago, only for him to betray me when I needed him the most.

Yet here I was, on my knees, blowing him. Someone needed to hit me upside the head and knock some sense into me.

Then, without warning, he kissed me. Hard. Desperate. My lips parted and his tongue thrust inside, claiming me savagely. Shock and warmth erupted in my chest and I moaned, wrapping my arms around his neck. He tasted so good, just as I remembered it. We kissed without any reservations, like I washis.

Like he did five years ago.

Don’t think about that.The whispers were there, warning me, but my want made me ignore them all. Just this once. Just for a little bit. I’d use him to extinguish this loneliness that had been eating at me for the last several months. Years, really.

My sensitive nipples brushed against his shirt, bringing us flush with one another. They tightened under the heat of his chest and sparks lit beneath my skin. His heart was thundering in sync with mine, hard and fast.

I hadn’t felt this alive since the last time he kissed me.

His mouth trailed down my throat, following the curve where my neck and shoulder met, then he sucked and nipped, and I felt it between my thighs. I rubbed against him, needing him inside me.

To hell with pride. To hell with everything.

I’d take what I wanted in this one stolen moment. After all, all my orgasms started and ended with Dante Leone.

As if he sensed my surrender, he lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Walking me to the bed, he held me tightly, as if he were scared I’d vanish. He dropped me on the comforter and my breasts bounced from the impact. His hand traced my naked skin from my cheek down to my ribs, coming back up to cup my breast and squeeze.

Pleasure blazed through me and straight to my core.

It had been so long, I knew it wouldn’t take long for my pleasure to build.

He rubbed a thumb across my nipple and my back arched with a steep exhale.

His fingers hooked on my waistband and he pulled my pants and underwear down my thighs, leaving me completely naked.