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He knows what he does to me, even now. A year of distance between us, yet he still knows just how to touch me, how to kiss me. His tongue delves deep into my mouth, thrusting and withdrawing, stoking the fire that’s barely banked from the orgasm he gave me downstairs.

I want to kiss him all night, but Nick has other plans.

Moving down the length of my body with his wicked hands and mouth, he leaves a trail of fire along my neck and across my breasts, then down to the shallow dip of my belly. I moan with the bliss of it, my spine arching off the mattress as his trek continues downward. He pauses at my hip bone, tracing the delicate edge of it with his tongue.

“I’ve been dreaming of tasting you again for too long,” he murmurs harshly, his breath rolling hot and heavy over my sensitive skin. “Open for me, baby.”

I comply with a shivery exhalation, every nerve ending riveted on Nick and the pounding need that’s pulsing between us. As soon as my thighs part, he sinks down between them.

“Oh, God.”

The first fleeting lick of his tongue against my sex spirals through me like liquid fire. Then another kiss, one that lingers much longer, his tongue cleaving into my center, driving me to the brink of glorious madness. He finds my clit and the tender, unrelenting assault he wages on that tight bundle of nerves is almost my undoing.

But he knows just how much to give me and just when to retreat. This dance is a familiar one for us. Give and take. Submission and demand.

Nick is a master at everything when it comes to my pleasure. He knows precisely how to prolong my torment and when to set me free.

What I need right now is him inside me.

On a deep, approving growl he kisses my pussy once more, stroking and nipping, then drawing the tender bud of my clit against the hot, wet heat of his tongue.

His hooded gaze lifts to mine in wicked promise as he licks his lips, which now glisten with my juices. “As sweet and hot as I remember,” he murmurs darkly.

He moves back up now, every inch of him hard and hungry and so very beautiful. I clutch the solid bulk of his shoulders as he covers me, propped on his fists on either side of me, his thighs wedged between mine. His cock has always been impressive, but tonight it looks immense.

“I’ll try to take it slow, but—” His words cut off on a hissed curse. “I just have to be inside you, Avery.”

“Yes. Now, Nick.”

I reach up to him, tunneling my fingers into his silken black hair as he penetrates me. The

invasion stretches me nearly to the point of pain, even though I can feel how rigidly he’s holding on to his control.

“Ah, fuck,” he grinds out through clenched teeth, shuddering with the first deep thrusts. “You feel so damn good.”

“So do you.” I arch to take him fully, to meet every soul-shattering drive of his body into mine. “Nick, don’t stop.”

“Never.”

His eyes are rooted on mine, refusing to let me go. I surrender completely to the tempo he sets for us, taking comfort in his control. I feel safe when we’re together like this. I feel protected.

Even after everything we’ve been through, I feel cherished.

I open to his kiss, meeting his tongue with mine as he claims my mouth in a hotter, hungrier joining that leaves me feeling drunk with pleasure and need.

His name is a tremulous whisper on my lips as he increases his rhythm. Each long push goes deeper than the last, adding to the fire that’s roaring back to life inside me. His mouth covers mine as the first jagged cry of my orgasm erupts from the back of my throat.

There is no mercy in him now, only need.

He rocks into me feverishly, violently. His body goes tense, shuddering with each rapid pound of his hips against mine.

“Ah, Christ, baby. I’m close. I need to come inside you.”

I nod, beyond words now.

His release rips loose from him in a coarse shout and a violent buck of his body.

“Avery.” His arms hold me tight beneath him as he empties within me in wave after spasming wave. When he says my name again, he utters it like a mantra. Maybe a curse.


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