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“There’s also coffee, that dark bite of it—you know the first grind where it’s just edged by bitter but there are elements of burnt sugar, traces of vanilla. Not saccharine or too sweet, caramelized and intimate.”

I barely had time to process the words before she swallowed me and I swore I could feel her throat closing around me. Utterly tethered to the sound of her, I rocked my hips in time to her motion. The wet, decadent heat of her mouth threatened to drain me of everything.

Groaning, I murmured, “The French call an orgasm la petite mort…”

She gave a throaty laugh that had my eyes crossing at the intensity of sensation. I swore my dick got even harder, I could probably drill steel with it. But she didn’t slow her caresses. If anything, she increased the pressure, the suction, and every downward swoop had my cock in her throat.

When she swallowed around me, my balls dragged up so tightly, I could feel it coming. “Gracie…”

Then she wrapped her hand around my balls, cupping them and rolling them in a massage that destroyed me. The little death was so much more as I came. I slammed my head back against the bed and part of the comforter tore where I yanked at it.

The ripping fabric punctuated it as I shot every ounce of my release into her. She swallowed and there was a choking sound that had me jerking my head up. Cum dribbled out of the corners of her mouth as she drew back. Her eyes were huge, her hair a dark cloud, and she licked at her lips, chasing the drops of me as she swallowed.

Even as reaction shook through me, my dick was already making a valiant effort. “You’re fucking perfect, Gracie.”

Her lips were already swollen as I dragged her to me. The moment I kissed her, she let out a little sound. “I have…”

“Yes, me on your lips,” I said with a growl, and rolled her over so I could blanket her fully. I teased her tongue with mine, savored the way her nails dug into my shoulder. The little kittenish licks she’d about driven me mad with on my cock were just as intoxicating in her kiss.

I bit her lower lip, dragging at it a moment before I lifted my head. She grinned up at me, the soft flush of her face turning even pinker. Stubble burn marked her cheeks. I should shave, but when she cupped my jaw I rubbed against her palm.

Turning my head, I brushed my lips to her palm then paused at her wrist. At the bite mark there. Fucking O’Rourke had marked her and it pissed me off all over again.

“Don’t,” she murmured, pulling my attention back to her. “Stay here, with me.”

I nuzzled another kiss to her palm, then to her wrist. “I hate that he did that.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she said in that low voice and I snapped my gaze up to hers.

“Itdoes.” I bit lightly at the juncture of her elbow, then up her biceps to her throat. “Biting someone—marking them—it’s a way to claim and possess.”

“Does it?” She dragged her foot along the back of my thigh.

“Yes.” I lifted my head to meet her gaze again. “It’s important, Gracie. No one should ever do something you don’t consent to. I want to knock his fucking teeth out of his head.”

She stretched and I eased up my weight to let her adjust herself. “Okay, but I don’t want to talk about him right now. He’s not in this bed.”

No, he sure as fuck wasn’t.

“If you want to be invited to bite me,” she continued, tilting her head back and showing me her throat. “You can. I don’t mind.”

If my dick wasn’t already working hard to stiffen up again, those words would have done it. I pressed a kiss over her pulse point. “Do you want me to bite you?” Her breasts rubbed against my chest and it reminded me, I really hadn’t gotten to play with them yet.

There were a lot of things I wanted to do, to play and to tease. I wanted to taste and to torment.

“Yes, please.” She lifted her hips and ground against me. “Then we can see about letting you pull my hair… Apparently, I’m starving.”

That just made me laugh. “Well then,” I said, pressing another kiss to her pulse. “We should make sure you get whatever you want.”

When I sucked a hickey into place, I swore it was even more tantalizing than when I used to do it as a teenager. Gracie was so much more. But I was hardly done there. I took some time to kiss and nip a path to her nipples.

Those beautiful breasts could be sucked and bitten. Every kiss included a scrape of my teeth or the stubble on my cheeks. Each time she squirmed or let out that breathy little moan, I repeated the action.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I told her in between longing sucks to each of her nipples. I could palm her breasts, they were firm and high. I loved the way she felt against me. “I used to jerk off to your pictures.”

Admitting that hadn’t been on my to do list, and I paused to shoot her a look. Her mouth was open in that silent “o,” and her eyes were dark, the pupils swollen and huge.

“Too much?” I checked.

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