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Warmth spirals in my chest. Angling my mouth to her ear, I whisper, “You’re doing so good, taking me so deep. I’m unbelievably proud of you. I love you so, so much. Being inside you is the closest to peace I’ve ever known. Just breathe. That’s it. Take all the time you need. Tell me when you’re ready.”

She gasps. “I’m ready.”

My body shakes with soundless laughter. She trembles, her pussy contracting so hard I choke on a groan. “I’m not moving until you relax more, baby. Otherwise it’s going to hurt.”

“Wilder.”

I lift my head. Her silver eye blinks. Sees through me. Unmakes me. Her perfect pink lips move, the words registering a second later.

“I want it to hurt.”

Fire whips up my spine. Darkness eclipses my mind—not my Shadow, though. This darkness is sparkling. Full of light. Ofher.

I run my tongue over my teeth. “Tap my thigh if—” I lose the ability to speak as she pulls herself forward and pushes back hard. Intense pleasure obliterates my hold on reason.

Her arms tense to repeat the movement, but before she can, I seize her hips and take over. I don’t hold back.Can’t.I thrust into her mercilessly. The table rocks. Grunts and gasps float atop the vicious slaps of our bodies. My gaze stays fixed on my glistening shaft as I pull out, on the singular pleasure of watching myself disappear back inside her.

All that truly matters are these moments of oneness with her.

Evangeline shatters with a breathy moan, pussy fluttering around my cock.Not enough.With a growl of determination, I change the angle of my hips so I’m driving downward. I know I’ve found the most sensitive spot inside her when she mewls in protest, fingernails scrambling on the table.

Through gritted teeth, I tell her, “If it’s too much, you know how to make me stop. But if you don’t tap out, you’re coming again.”

She curses me.

I grin as I spank her. “Now tell me the truth.”

She sobs. “I l-love y-you.”

“That’s my girl.”

Hyper focused on her body’s cues, I carry her up the next peak. This time, her body seizes around my cock like she wants to break it off and keep it. This time, she screams my name as warmth gushes over my groin and drips down my thighs.

This time, I jump with her.

Seconds or minutes later, I regain consciousness after the most insane orgasm of my life. I have no idea how I managed to stay standing. My hands are planted to either side of her body, my arms trembling with strain. I heave air into my lungs. Sweat drips from my brow onto her black T-shirt.

Evangeline makes a soft sound of contentment.

In that moment, when I’m peaceful and sated and drunk off love, I make a mistake.

The biggest mistake of my life.

I whisper, “Come with me.”

She yawns, then stiffens. “Oh God, we were so loud. Do you think people heard us?” She twists to look at me with wide eyes. “Can we sneak out a back door?”

She didn’t hear what I said.

“Fairy.”

She blinks. “Sorry, did you ask me something?”

I brush a strand of pale hair from her forehead. “Come with me. On tour.”

Her brows furrow. “Huh?”

I trace the Cupid’s bow of her upper lip. “Eight months, dozens of cities. It’ll be amazing. We can even add encores of our old songs and perform together again. Say you’ll come with me. Be with me.”

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