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Taya was magnificent. Beyond perfect. Perfection was a concept she had long surpassed.

Her breaths spilled out in soft moans as I pushed the limits of human speed. Her voice hummed and vibrated around the shaft, every little sound fueling my pleasure.

Desire hit hard, and I thrust once, twice more, emptying myself down her throat.

She didn’t waste a drop, licking me clean, slow and thorough, making damn sure she got it all. When I pulled away, Taya sank to her knees, sitting back on her heels, mouth wide open. Her eyes were locked on mine, filled with the same hunger I felt.

Her tongue, slick with my release, stretched out as she rasped, “Yours.”

Then, right there, she swallowed it all.

Call it devotion, submission, whatever the hell you want, but seeing her like that, hearing those words, wrecked me.

I was a man obsessed. Possessed. Devoted and owned. I’d never have enough of her.

I leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

There were no words for what I felt, so I’d show her instead, eager to pledge her the same loyalty.

What I wanted to do in bed would take more time than we had, so I lifted her up and led us to the balcony.

Despite the cold, the floor was heated, so no snow or ice formed on the tiles. It covered the ground elsewhere, glittering in shards under the moon.

The balcony overlooked the surrounding property, hidden from prying eyes. It was often my haven. Many nights, I slept outside, the darkness inside me blending with the night, the stars my only company.

Now, I was ready to share it. Let her occupy this space the way she occupied my mind, my heart, my whole damn being, right down to the last bone.

Pushing her body against the French door, I held her arms above her head.

In that moment, I wished I could split like an atom and watch her ass pressed against the glass from the inside, while the other version of me pleased her drop-dead body from this spot. But here I was, still whole, ready to devour her.

Her nipples hardened, sharp against the cold air. The mix of heat and chill was a perfect combination, amplifying the pleasure.

When my hand wrapped around her neck, Taya arched her back, releasing a loud moan of approval.

Breath play?

She never stopped surprising me. I searched for her pulse; the frantic rhythm beat against my fingers. It was a rare occurrence for someone who’d trained themselves to stay calm, to always be in control.

A smirk tugged at my lips, as it always did when I thought about the effect I had on her. Hell, whenever I thought about anything related to her.

I lowered myself to my knees and devoured her pussy like a man starved. The sweet, familiar taste coated my mouth, and I couldn’t shake the feeling, the deepest hunger to have her for every meal, every day, for as long as we existed.

When she twitched, her body trembling from the aftermath, I didn’t waste a moment and repositioned us on the opposite side.

With the railing pressing against her back, Taya spread her arms and grabbed the metal on both sides, steadying herself in place. I lifted her bottom torso and let my eyes roam over her body.

Without hesitation, she locked her feet behind my back, pulling me forward with greedy urgency.

The evidence of her earlier orgasm still was still evident, her body responsive. I remembered the sweet taste and didn’t resist the urge to hook a finger inside, smearing it over my lips like something I couldn’t get enough of.

Satisfaction crept through me. Before, I didn’t understand the appeal. I had a strict no face-to-face, no mouth-to-any-parts policy. With her? Losing all senses wouldn’t stop me from finding a way.

There was no time to play around. I needed her as desperately as she craved me.

In one smooth motion, I entered her. The tightness pulled me in, threatening to break me apart.

When Taya’s head leaned back, hanging beyond the balcony’s outline, I slid my hand under her lower back, gently lifting her in support.

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