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With her plea still hanging in the air—a raw, surrendered confession—he didn't hesitate.
A low, triumphant sound rumbled in his chest. In one fluid motion, his hands slid under her hips, pulling her to the very edge of the bed, aligning her perfectly with his mouth.
He held her there, firm and sure, his dark eyes locking with hers for one last, searing second before he lowered his head.
The first touch of his tongue was electric. A slow, deliberate lick that made her entire body jolt as if struck by lightning.
A broken cry, half-shock, half-relief, tore from her throat.
He didn't just taste her; he consumed her. His mouth was a masterpiece of devastating skill, licking and kissing her with an intensity that stole the very breath from her lungs.
He explored every fold, every sensitive inch, with a reverence that belied the fierce possessiveness of his grip on her hips.
