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Oh my.

His cock was thick and heavy, its glistening crown pointed right at her. Her mouth watered, and he might have smirked. She was too busy admiring him to pay attention to what his face was doing—there was a lot to admire.

He dropped a knee on the mattress, coiled to crawl up her body, but she placed her hand on his arm and nudged him back to a standing position. “Wait.”

He shot her a questioning glance. “Too much too fast? Should we stop?”

“No.” Bringing herself fully upright, she planted her feet on the floor on either side of his legs. With her eyes fastened on his, she grasped his shaft at the root, leaned in, and gave his broad tip a lick. A swirl. A suck. He was smooth and salty and so damn beautiful.

She watched his face contort as she explored him with her tongue, her fingers. He let out a guttural noise that was part groan and part curse.

“Neve,” he pleaded, plowing his fingers into her hair. She felt the tug on her sore chin, but she didn’t care. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to knowallof him. When he began a gentle thrust, she could tell he was straining to hold back, and she wanted to take him deeper, drive him crazier. She might never get this chance again.

With one hand cupping his balls, she used the other to draw him farther into her mouth so she could worship every inch of him.

“Neve,” he gasped, “I’m not gonna last.”

With a final twirl of her tongue, she drew back, all bold confidence. “I don’t just want your cock inside me, Reece. I want to feel it all over me.”

His fingers were still twined in her hair, and he slid them out when she proceeded to brush his wet tip over her nipples, back and forth, then circled her breasts, as though she was using it to paint designs on her body.

His eyes widened as he watched her, then darkened. “Jesus fucking …” The rest was garbled.

“Touching my skin everywhere, Reece,” she purred. Unbridled lust coursed through her veins, and she rode the current. A different woman had apparently taken command of her psyche. She sat forward and pressed her breasts together, surrounding his shaft.

Grasping her shoulders, he thrust upward, more forcefully now, shifting angles, laboring as his hips flexed forward. Suddenly, he stopped … and pushed her on her back none too gently.

“Scoot up and spread your legs,” he ordered.

She complied, and he stretched out on top of her, gripping her arms and pulling them above her head. His hand was so big it easily held both her wrists captive. She brought her knees up, and his cock slotted in perfectly between her thighs, prodding her entrance.

“Much as I love having your mouth on me and you teasing me with your gorgeous tits, I’d rather come deep inside you our first time.” Helowered his mouth and sucked her neck as his broad tip glided inside her a fraction. “Slick and hot and so damn perfect.” His voice was a velvet rumble that caressed her all over, sending fresh tingles cascading throughout her body as she floated in a lust-muddled stew.

His free hand slid behind her knee, splaying her leg to one side before he positioned it just so. Then his hips snapped forward, and he drove inside her. The angle, coupled with his determined thrust, made them both gasp. She could feel his heart thumping against her chest as he caught his breath.

“Hey, look at me,” he rasped. Her body sang out to him, and she was helpless to refuse him anything. He rubbed the tip of his nose against hers and murmured, “You fit me like you were made for me.” Then he kissed her, a demanding, untethered thing that held the promise of claims he was about to stake.

His last words sank in, and her heart swelled, He laced the fingers of his one hand with both of hers. Then he pulled out and pushed in again, grunting, “Oh fuck. Heaven. Right there.”

He had her pinned in such a way that she could barely manage to raise her hips, trying to meet his thrusts, though it didn’t seem to slow him down. He picked up the tempo, pumping into her, over and over and over. In and out, hitting the very best spots as if he held a map that unlocked each and every one. And he was relentless. Ruthless. She loved it. As he rocked her into sweet oblivion, her mind spun off into another galaxy, and the only thread holding her to the earth was the exquisite ecstasy building up inside her. Bursting forth like so many exploding stars. Spilling over in an orgasm that rocked her entire body.

From far away, she heard herself cry out his name as she soared off the edge, heard him follow her into that warm, primal abyss.

She wasn’t sure if she was still alive, and she didn’t care … because she had landed at the gates of heaven.

Chapter 24

The Genie Is on the Loose

Reece was numb. Insideand out. He was a weightless being, barely aware of himself, floating in a pool of warm ecstasy. Was this how an amoeba felt? No. As far as he knew, amoebas didn’t have the kind of sex that blew one’s mind so profoundly that one could barely remember who they were or what species they belonged to.

And sex was the wrong word because its meaning was limited to the mere physical act of intercourse. Coupling. Joining. Fucking. What had just happened between Neve and him was not of this earth. It wasmassive, but massive on the scale of the universe, and he struggled to find ways that even came close to describing the seismic realignment deep inside him.

Otherworldly. All-consuming. Cataclysmic. Spiritual.

Holy. Shit.

He was reduced to expletives to try and make sense of the epic crossing he’d just made into a whole other dimension.

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