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“Yes, anything, everything.” My lust-coated brain can barely form words that make sense.

His hand slides down my body, stopping at my underwear. His knee moves away, and I whimper at the lost contact.

His fingers move to my entrance and my back arches as he enters one into my heat. Ledger makes a tortured noise. “Gods, you’re so fucking wet.”

My hips move at their own accord, chasing more. I nearly sob with relief when his thumb encircles my clit.

Ledger hums approvingly. “You like that?”

“Uh-huh,” I mumble incoherently.

“You want more?”

“Yes.” I don’t even recognize my voice as I breathe the word.

He adds another finger, and I moan as he curls both of them inside of me. A delicious pressure builds in my core as jolts of pleasure ricochet through my body.

“Oh, gods,” I moan as his power mists out of his palms, entangling with my own that now seeps from my body.

“Your body, this tight pussy is the closest thing to holy I’ve ever been. I’m not a religious man, but there is not a world where I would grow tired of worshiping you. Stay.”

I feel his plea down to my very core, and I cry out as release whips through me. My fingernails scratch the length of his back, my own bowing off the bed.

I see stars, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Ledger watches me as I come apart as if he is committing this moment to his memory, every moan, every fevered touch.

My power floods out of me in waves. My skin buzzes with it, and the room pulses.

It’s Ledger’s agonized sound that has my eyes opening. My power is wrapped around him. Ledger’s head is tilted back, his brow furrowed as my power caresses him.

“Layla, I am desperately trying to make this night about you but if you don’t rein in your power, I fear my control may snap.” He shudders as my power continues its exploration.

I’m drunk with the knowledge that I have the ability to crack this man’s unwavering control.

“Layla,” Ledger growls, and I jump, grasping at my power. I close my eyes so I can better focus and clutch onto the tether, willing it back inside.

Once I’m sure I have control, I open my eyes. Ledger is catching his breath, his head bent, and his brow furrowed as his chest heaves.

After a long moment, he removes his fingers from inside of me.

My eyes drift to the length of him, straining against his pants. I reach, letting my fingers run over his hard rather impressive cock. He grabs my wrist pulling it away.

“Did I do something wrong?” My cheeks immediately heat.

His body is taut, still, as his grip remains. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Layla. I’m trying not to fuck this up.” He turns away grabbing his shirt off the ground, and my stomach drops, thinking he is going to put it on and leave.

Instead, he places my arms in each sleeve and begins buttoning it. His fingers find mine and he turns my injured palm over, revealing a now-thin scar.

“I get a bit of sick satisfaction when I assist you in doing that.” He grins. He lifts me up, placing me in the bed and settling in next to me.

I turn so we are face-to-face, the moment more intimate than I am prepared for. My hands rest on his chest as he strokes lazily down my back. There are so many things Iwant to say, but I am tired and satiated and terrified of ruining the moment.

Instead, I study his beautiful face, enjoy his nearness, and breathe in his scent.

“Stay,” he whispers one more time before sleep takes him. The darkness outside starts to bleed into a hazy gray, illuminating his sleeping form.

He looks so peaceful, so devastatingly handsome. He lays next to me, his arm now draped around my middle, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

I’m punched in the gut with an emotion I have trouble placing. It’s something that feels so very foreign to me. A heart-squeezing yearning for this man, for a life that is not my own.

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