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I point at my mouth. “Waiting to be fed.”

Her blush spreads down her chest as her eyes roam over my face. “You’re serious.”

“Deadly. Finish up and get out here before I starve.”

I’ve never seen anyone wash so fast; she’s out of the shower less than a minute later. To my surprise, she doesn’t bother reaching for a towel before walking right up to me. Her wet hands sink into my hair, guiding my face upward. She bends down until her lips hover over mine, hair dripping all over my face.

“Time to eat, Wilder.”

I blink in surprise. Then I laugh in sheer joy.

She’s perfect.

So fucking perfect.

My eyes on hers, I back her up until her ass hits the counter. I lick a line up her stomach, making her spasm before yanking one long leg over my shoulder and spreading her open for me.

“Goddamn,” I whisper as I drag my index finger lightly around her silky, rose-colored center. “So pretty.”

I blow on her and she jerks.

“Quit teasing.”

Looking up, I take in her heaving breasts and quivering stomach. Her parted lips and dilated eyes. Water droplets slide down her body. Drip onto the floor and me. She shivers, goosebumps blooming all over.

“Cold?”

She nods.

I spread her with my fingers and press a kiss to her clit. Her legs shake. “Lean into it. Feel that chill as you feel this.” I lick her heavy and deep. Her breathy moan makes me feel like a starving god whose chains have broken.

I devour my feast.

It doesn’t take long for her to fall apart. She cries out softly, pulsing against my mouth.

“More,” I demand.

I push two fingers inside her. She flutters around me, tight and scalding. I give her no quarter, sucking and flicking her clit with my tongue as I curl my fingers and pulse them. My other hand dives around her thigh and up. I hook my pinky inside her and apply counter tension to my still-moving fingers, then press my index finger to her asshole and massage the tense surface.

She jerks. “Wilder!”

My mouth is too full to respond, but I lift my eyes to her startled face. It takes a few seconds, but with a trembling breath, she nods.

Fuck yes.

She’s so wet, it takes barely any pressure for my finger to sink into her ass. Her beautiful voice fills the steamy room as I work. Gasps and cries and pleas. My balls tighten in warning but I hardly notice.

She whimpers my name as she unravels, her pussy and ass clamping hard on my fingers. It’s too much sensory perfection—I groan against her as my cock jumps and I nut in my pants like a preteen.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

evangeline

Wilder sits back on his heels and wipes his face on his sleeve. His cheekbones are flushed, a grin teasing his lips as he peers up at me.

“I think I’ll take a shower, after all.”

I’m so wrecked from that second orgasm, it takes a few beats for me to register the wet spot near the fly of his jeans. I bite my lips but it’s no use—a giggle slips free.

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