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Throwing the covers away from me, I swing my legs off the mattress and ask, “When will my brothers be here?”

His gaze is fixed on my bare legs, a horny hunger filling his eyes while he continues sharpening his knife. His chest doesn’t rise and fall; it’s as if he’s not breathing. I tilt my head and wonder if my suspicions were correct. Curiosity won’t kill my pussy, and I watch his face while I spread my legs.

I’m wearing one of his shirts and nothing else. With my legs spread I’m giving the man a full frontal of my bare pussy. He swallows hard. The knife stills and his hand starts to shake.

“Falcon.” He doesn’t react to my voice or his name.

He’s completely enthralled by the place between my legs. He did indicate he’s never watched a woman sleep.

Firming my voice, I ask, “Falcon, have you ever slept with a woman?”

His head slowly shakes, eyes still locked on my pussy.

I lick my lips. “Have you ever touched a woman?”

He keeps moving his head from left to right.

“Never had sex?” My voice is hoarse, and I have to swallow as I watch his head now bob.

Holy hotness, this man is a freaking virgin.

Needing to be sure, I blurt, “Never touched or tasted a pussy?”

Left to right his head goes.

Since I’m on a roll I might as well ask, “Has anyone touched you?”

His gaze slams into mine, his knife goes up and he points his knife in my direction. Me. I touched him. Warmth fills my veins and a sense of pure satisfaction fills me.

“Our kiss yesterday was your first,” I state, no question, and his tight nod seals the deal.

Falcon’s eyes slowly slide down again, enthralled by the sight before him. In this moment I’m not held back by the knowledge of being tied to this man through a deal. Don’t feel suffocated at all by the thought of having a relationship with Falcon.

All because of the look in his eyes. There’s hunger, desire, curiosity. He’s deeply intrigued and yet he still doesn’t make a move.

“Falcon,” I whisper and wait for his eyes to meet mine. “Wanna have sex?”

In one smooth move he jams the knife into the wood of the bedside table, and then he’s on me. His large, tattooed hands spread my thighs wider as he kneels before me. Eyes are eating me up as he slowly leans in and inhales.

My breathing picks up as I stare down. He makes a scratchy sound and my pussy clenches with anticipation. I want to grip his head, pull him against my core and force him to lick my clit. Instead, I fist the sheet underneath me and let Falcon set the pace.

Though, if he keeps smelling me while rubbing my legs and making a scratchy noise every now and then? I might explode, ’cause every sound this man creates makes my pussy drip with need.

The air is ripped from my lungs when harsh hands shove my legs up and wide while a hot wet tongue slides through my folds. His teeth rub against my clit. Sounds of slurping, sucking, nipping, licking. Falcon springs into a frenzy of complete obsession with my pussy and all I can do is hold onto the bedsheets and let him devour me.

His shoulders push against the back of my legs, moving my body up on the bed. He’s now grinding his pelvis into the mattress while I’m still gasping for my next breath. His moves are uncoordinated, and I wish he would suck my clit instead of grazing it with his teeth every now and then. But in reality? Watching this tattooed and scarred man eat my pussy as if he’s tasting a delicious meal after starving for days is a sensory overload.

I rake my nails through his hair and groan. “Yessss. Yes, Falcon, yes. I’m gonna…gonna…aaaaahhhh.”

Pleasure fills my veins; hot white bliss is overtaking my body. No man has been capable of giving me a mind-blowing orgasm…until now. Until Falcon. A damn virgin knows how to make me lose my mind and ride the waves of ecstasy.

Un-fucking-believable.

Thank fuck I claimed him. Wait…what? No, my mind is diluted due to pleasure. This thing between us is a deal, nothing more, nothing less. Well, maybe a bit more when it comes to these kinds of orgasms, because I’d like a few of ‘em every other day if possible.

CHAPTER SIX

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