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Suddenly, Tilian pulled his fingers from my mouth and dropped to his elbows. He put his hand over mine and tilted my dick while he stuck out his tongue.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

With my cum painting his tongue and his lips, along with the mark I’d made on his neck, Tilian made the perfect canvas. Fuck the Mona Lisa. This right here was art.

“Soon,” I said through heavy breaths, “I’m going to stretch out your ass just like you’ve been wanting. Will you still drink my cum after I pump you full of it?”

He nodded, so I pulled him up and kissed him. He was boneless against me, leaning against my chest as I dipped my face into his neck.

“That was a promise, Tilian.”

Chapter 32

Tilian

This time, when I woke up beside Brooks, I didn’t run. All I wanted to do was scoot closer, so I did. He slept more deeply than I’d expected. He hadn’t budged when I left yesterday. I had this idea in my head that he was the type who woke up at the slightest sound, always ready for war, but I was wrong.

His arm was still around me, just like it was when we fell asleep. I was surprised that neither of us had changed position throughout the night.

I was ready to change that.

Raising up on my elbow, I leaned over him and kissed his chest. When he didn’t wake up, I grazed his nipple with my teeth, which made him suck in a breath. I twisted and swung my leg over him, then made a path up his sternum.

His hands settled on my ass and gripped it firmly. With his eyes still closed, it almost looked like he hadn’t woken up.

“Brooks,” I murmured against his neck.

“What time is it?” His sleepy voice convinced me that I wanted to wake up to this every day.

“I have no idea.”

“You’re the devil.”

I moved my hips and felt his hard dick against the inside of my thigh.

“What time’s your first class?” I asked.

“Who cares?”

I swore when he flipped me onto my back. The way he rolled his hips was far sexier than when I did it. I couldn’t wait for the day I’d get to experience what he was like during sex.

Far more aggressively than I had, he started kissing my body. It was like he wanted to one up me on everything, not that I could complain.

“You’re…” He kissed my neck. “So…” Another long kiss. “Sexy.” He sucked on my skin in the same spot as yesterday. It was more painful, which made me hold him to me. I’d wear his mark anywhere, every day.

“No, you.”

With a chuckle, he pulled back and stared down at me. I almost dropped my gaze on instinct, but I didn’t want to, so I stayed locked on his dark eyes. With the sun shining through the window, they were liquid- deep, endless pools that held promises, ones that would pull me under the surface. I thought I might drown, but when I looked at the rest of his face, I wanted to trust that he’d never let me disappear into that void he seemed to know so well.

The grin that appeared on his face made my heart skip.

“Come on,” he said before he got to his feet.

“But why?”

“Class, remember? I need to shower.”

“Or we could spend twenty more minutes in bed. I haven’t had enough of you.”

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