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The affection in his voice gave me courage.

I shifted on his lap, creating a delicious friction that pulled a groan from deep in his chest. His hands came up to cup my breasts, his touch gentle yet confident as his thumbs brushed over my nipples.

The sensation sent sparks of pleasure through me, drawing a soft moan from my lips that seemed to echo in the quiet night.

Miles leaned forward, his mouth replacing his fingers as he took one peak between his lips.

The wet heat of his tongue against my sensitive skin made me gasp, my head falling back as pleasure coursed through me.

His hands held my hips, guiding my movements as I rocked against him instinctively, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of him.

"Miles," I breathed, his name a plea in the darkness. "I need..."

"I know, sweetheart," he murmured against my skin, his hands moving to the button of my jeans. "I've got you."

He shifted me in his arms, laying me down on the blanket that had fallen beside the log.

The ground was soft beneath me, the blanket providing cushion from the forest floor as Miles followed me down, his body covering mine like a living blanket against the night air.

The weight of him felt right, protective rather than confining, and I welcomed it with open arms that wrapped around his shoulders to pull him closer.

His fingers worked the button of my jeans, sliding the zipper down with careful movements.

"Lift your hips for me," he murmured, and I complied, allowing him to tug the denim down my legs.

The cool air kissed my exposed skin, raising goosebumps that Miles soothed with gentle touches, his hands warm as they traced the curve of my calves, the sensitive skin behind my knees, the inside of my thighs.

I reached for him, fingers fumbling with his belt in newfound eagerness.

Miles helped me, his own hands steadier as he unclasped his belt and shed his remaining clothing.

The firelight painted his body in gold and shadow, highlighting the defined muscles of his abdomen and the strength in his thighs.

I couldn't help but stare, taking in every inch of him with appreciation that made his eyes darken further.

"You're beautiful," I whispered, reaching up to trace the contours of his chest.

Miles caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm that made my heart flutter. "That's my line," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He settled between my legs, his weight braced on his forearms as he looked down at me with such tenderness it made my chest ache.

“Let me worship you properly," he murmured, his lips finding mine in a kiss that was both tender and consuming.

His hands roamed my body with reverent care, mapping every curve and hollow as if he were memorizing sacred text.

When his fingers found the heat between my legs, I gasped against his mouth, my hips lifting instinctively toward his touch.

"So sensitive," Miles murmured against my mouth, his fingers stroking with gentle precision. "So perfect for me."

I whimpered as he circled that bundle of nerves, my body responding to his touch with an intensity that stole my breath. The night air cooled my heated skin while the fire cast flickering shadows across Miles's face as he watched me with undisguised wonder.

"That's it," he encouraged softly as my hips began to move in rhythm with his touch. "Let go for me, Lili. I want to see you come undone."

His words, combined with the skilled movement of his fingers, pushed me toward an edge I'd never approached so quickly. My hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as pleasure built inside me like a gathering storm.

"Miles," I gasped, my back arching as he slipped another finger inside me, "please, Miles."

"I'm right here," he whispered, his voice a caress against my skin. "Let go, beautiful. I've got you."

The tension inside me coiled tighter, wound to an almost unbearable point as his fingers moved with exquisite precision.

When his thumb pressed against that sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers curled inside me, I shattered.

Pleasure washed over me in waves, my body trembling as Miles's name fell from my lips like a prayer.

He worked me through it, his touch gentle yet insistent as I rode out the aftershocks.

Before I could fully recover, Miles was moving lower, his lips trailing fire down my body.

When his mouth replaced his fingers, I cried out, my hands flying to tangle in his hair.

The sensation was overwhelming—his tongue exploring me with the same thoughtful attention he gave everything else.

My thighs trembled on either side of his head as he brought me to the edge again, the intensity building faster this time.

When I came for the second time, it was with a broken cry that seemed to echo through the clearing, my body arching off the blanket as pleasure crashed through me.

Miles kissed his way back up my body, his lips gentle against my heated skin. When he reached my mouth, I tasted myself on his tongue, the intimacy of it making me shiver. His hardness pressed against my thigh, a reminder of his own need.

"Miles, please," I begged, not entirely sure what I was asking for but knowing I needed more—needed him.

“I’ve got you. Don’t worry.” He muttered as he moved and positioned himself at my entrance, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly, carefully pushed inside.

The sensation was intense—a fullness that bordered on overwhelming but felt absolutely right.

I gasped at the stretch, my body adjusting to accommodate him.

His forehead pressed against mine, his breathing ragged as he fought for control.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.

"Yes," I whispered, my hands sliding up his back to pull him closer. "Don't stop."

Miles began to move then, slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of sensation through me. The firelight flickered across our joined bodies, casting us in warm amber as the sounds of the forest surrounded us.

"You feel incredible," Miles murmured against my ear, his rhythm gradually increasing as my body welcomed him deeper. "So perfect.” The last part came out as a growl as he shifted me, bringing my legs up to rest on his shoulders, changing the angle until a gasp tore from my throat.

"Right there?" he asked, a knowing smile curving his lips as he hit that spot again.

"Yes," I moaned, my hands clutching at his shoulders as pleasure built inside me once more. "Miles, please more. "

“More? Do you want harder…faster?” Miles growled, as he gave a hard and sharp thrust into me. The sharp thrust sent electricity through my entire body, making me cry out his name into the night. My nails dragged down his back as I struggled to ground myself against the overwhelming sensation.

"Yes," I gasped, my voice barely recognizable. "Just like that."

Miles's control shattered completely at my response.

His movements became more urgent, more primal, as if the wildness of our surroundings had awakened something raw within him.

The firelight danced across his skin, highlighting the strain in his muscles as he moved above me with increasing intensity.

"Look at me," he commanded softly, his voice rough with desire as he gave another sharp thrust, letting me feel the knot that was starting to grow with each movement into me.

I obeyed, my eyes finding his in the flickering firelight.

The connection between us intensified everything—each sensation, each emotion magnified as we moved together under the canopy of stars.

His eyes were almost black with desire, yet still held that unmistakable tenderness that was uniquely Miles.

"Beautiful," he murmured, never breaking our gaze as his movements grew more deliberate. "My Lili."

The possessive endearment sent a shiver through me. My body tightened around him as pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak. Miles must have felt it, his rhythm faltering slightly as he fought for control.

"Let go," he urged, his voice strained. "Come for me again."

His words were all it took. I shattered around him, crying out his name as waves of ecstasy washed through me. Miles gave a low growl as he kept thrusting into me, “Such a good girl.” I could feel his knot but from how he was still thrusting into me, I knew he wasn’t even close to being done.

His rhythm grew more relentless, each thrust sending new waves of pleasure coursing through me.

The knot at the base of his shaft swelled further, catching against my entrance with each movement, creating a delicious friction that had me climbing toward another peak.

I hadn't known it could be like this—so primal, so consuming, yet so tender at the same time.

"Miles," I gasped, clinging to him as my body trembled with aftershocks and building tension. "I can't—it's too much—"

"You can," he murmured against my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “You are doing amazingly. I want you to fall apart two more times for me. Can you do that for me?”

I moaned again at another hard thrust, not able to answer him. His hands slid beneath me, lifting my hips to change the angle. The new position had him hitting that perfect spot with each thrust, “Answer me pretty girl.”

"Yes," I managed to gasp out, my voice breaking as he thrust into me again. "Yes, I can do that for you."

Miles's smile was fierce and tender all at once. "That's my good girl," he praised, his voice rough with desire. His pace increased, each movement deliberate and calculated to drive me higher. The knot continued to swell, creating an exquisite pressure that had me writhing beneath him.