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"Thomas," she whimpered, her voice breathy and full of need.

"There you go," I whispered against her skin, feeling my own climax building. Every muscle in my body tensed with the effort to hold back. I knew I should pull out, knew I should fucking stop, but she felt so damn good, and I couldn't.

I wouldn't.

Her body tightened around me as she came, a cry of pure ecstasy escaping her lips. The second her eyes met mine, I was gone. The sight of her lost in pleasure pushed me over the edge. My own release crashed through me like a tidal wave, overwhelming and all-consuming.

I felt myself coming deep inside her, a raw and primal sensation that was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. It was as if every nerve in my body was on fire, every inch of me connected to her in a way that transcended mere physicality. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, but it was a sweet agony that I never wanted to end.

When I finally finished, I carefully fell onto her, our bodies still entwined. My lips found the mark I'd left on her neck earlier, and I kissed it tenderly. Her skin was warm and inviting, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

I closed my eyes, my arm wrapping around her possessively. Her presence grounded me in a way that nothing else could.

"Don't fall asleep, old man," she whispered softly against my ear. "We have all night."

A chuckle rumbled from deep within my chest as I tightened my hold on her. "Not a chance," I murmured back, savoring the feel of her against me. "I want to show you just what the fuck this old man can do to you, sweetheart."

Chapter 13

Ally

Pleasure rippled across my body, gentle and persistent. Light crossed my face, but my eyes remained closed, caught in that fragile space between sleeping and waking.

Something pressed against my mound. Instinctively, I spread my legs wider, a silent invitation. Fingers trailed up my inner thigh, and I cracked my eyes open to find Thomas between my legs.

The sight took my breath away. His dark hair, streaked with the faintest hint of gray at the temples, contrasted sharply with the paleness of my skin. His piercing eyes were locked onto me, intense and focused, as if he was unraveling every secret I had ever kept. The muscles in his arms flexed with each movement, emphasizing his strength and control.

He looked rugged and raw, a man sculpted by years of physical discipline and emotional turmoil. The stubble on his jawline grazed my skin lightly, adding a rough texture to the softness of his lips as they worked their magic. His broad shoulders framed his face perfectly, giving him an almost predatory look—like he was a lion stalking his prey.

His hands gripped my thighs firmly yet tenderly, grounding me while his tongue explored every inch of me with expert precision. Every flick and swirl sent shockwaves through my body, building a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to consume me.

Seeing him like this—so devoted and focused on giving me pleasure—was erotic in a way that defied words. He was usually so guarded, so controlled. But here, between my legs, he was vulnerable and raw.

And I wanted more.

As though he could feel my eyes on him, Thomas looked up and caught my gaze. His intense, piercing eyes held mine, and the connection sent a shiver down my spine.

I moaned, unable to contain the sound that escaped my lips. The vulnerability in his expression clashed with the raw hunger in his eyes, making my heart race.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I could stay here forever, tasting you, feeling you."

His tongue continued its relentless exploration, and every flick sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. He moved with a deliberate pace, drawing out each sensation until I thought I might come undone.

"Do you like that?" he asked, his breath warm against my skin. "Do you want more?"

"Yes," I whispered, my voice trembling with need.

He grinned wickedly. "Good girl. Let me hear you."

With renewed fervor, he intensified his movements. His tongue pressed harder, swirling and flicking with a precision that left me breathless. His hands tightened their grip on my thighs, grounding me as I writhed beneath him.

"You're so wet for me," he said, his voice a tantalizing blend of authority and desire. "I can feel how much you want this."

My moans grew louder, each one a testament to the ecstasy building inside me. His words fueled the fire within me, pushing me closer to the edge.

"Come for me," he commanded softly. "Let go."

And as his tongue worked its final magic, I did just that.

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