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I started pumping his smooth, hard length, up and down, while he watched me through half-closed lids. He looked so strong and vulnerable at the same time, his muscled body a sight to behold.

“Bas,” I whispered, swallowing hard. I craved him so much, it was an ache I felt everywhere. “Can I taste you?”

Both his hands grabbed my waist and he lifted me on top of him. My knees spread, straddling his strong thighs. My pussy was so close to his cock I could feel his heat and a throbbing ache pulsed between my legs.

But this was for him. He gave me pleasure and now I wanted to give him his.

I lowered down his body and licked his shaft from base to tip, my eyes on him. He sucked in a strained breath and his eyes grew hazy. A shiver ghosted down my spine, and I moaned with his cock in my mouth.

His hand grabbed a fistful of my hair, his eyes watching me with a half-lidded gaze. I ran my tongue around his head and sucked him in and out of my mouth.

“Take all of it,” he said harshly, tension vibrating through every cell of his body. Even more disturbing was the way my body responded to his bossy tone. Wetness pooled between my legs and my pussy throbbed.

This was only the second blowjob I’d ever given, but this one felt different from the first one. It was more desperate, his thrusting into my mouth jerky, like he was teetering on the edge.

I took all of him in my mouth, my breasts rubbing against his thighs and causing friction over my thin top.

He moved my head up and down, controlling the rhythm. He thrust deep, his cock hitting the back of my throat, and my eyes fluttered shut, moaning with need.

He tasted salty and so fucking addictive.

“Look at me,” he ordered roughly and a shudder passed through my body as my gaze flicked to him.

“Mine,” he muttered.

I hummed my approval, squeezing my thighs together to ease the ache. While still gripping my curls with one hand, his other caressed my cheek like I was his everything. Just like he did all those months ago.

Raw emotions flickered in my chest, and I feared he could see my love for him shining in my eyes. He continued fucking my mouth and I let him. Because he was my everything.

His groans rumbled through his chest, our gazes locked as he kept thrusting in and out. Deeper and harder, and his groan turned into a hoarse sound as he spilled into my mouth. I swallowed and licked my lips, never breaking our eye contact.

I sat back on my heels, still straddling him. Bas’ chest rose up and down, his harsh breathing filling the silence between us and darkness pooled like whiskey in his gaze.

Then without a word, he pulled up his boxers. Then he tugged me flat on his bare torso and his hands wrapped around my waist. I pressed my cheek against his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

It was the first time in over nine months I slept without nightmares plaguing my dreams.

CHAPTER59

Basilio

Iwoke up with Wynter’s curls in my face, her scent all over me and her face pressed against my chest.

She looked so peaceful, her breathing even and her palm resting over my chest. I didn’t want to move and wake her up.

I started to suspect the black shadows under her eyes were the result of her nightmares. If only she’d trust me enough to tell me what they were about. It had to be bad if she willingly came to my bed.

From the moment I met Wynter, I’d wanted to protect her. The last nine months hadn’t diminished that urge. If anything, the need grew fiercer. Yet something happened and I’d bet all the money in the world, my father had something to do with it.

I kissed the top of her head, my chest hurting with all these fucking emotions. She was the only one that held the power to my destruction and didn’t even know it.

And fuck, when she took me in her mouth, her pink lips closing around my shaft, I almost lost it. I could have exploded right then. That was how much she impacted me. Her soft expression locked on me and her noises as I fucked her mouth were what erotic dreams were made of.

I ran my fingers through her silky hair, her breaths fanning my heated skin. My one hand was still wrapped around her arm and I couldn’t stop running my thumb over her soft skin.

Another three days and she’d be my wife. I almost wanted to drag her to the Justice of the Peace and be done with it, but I promised Brennan it’d be done properly.

We’d fly back to New York today, but I didn’t want to go back to my old place. Until I Iearned exactly what my father had done, I wouldn’t risk having her anywhere close to that bastard. So I’d take her to the new penthouse I bought and not a single soul knew about. Nobody had access to it but me.