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I grin and give her another finger, curling both toward me and pulsing them against her G-spot. Her head cants back, a low moan saturating the air.

“Give me those fairy eyes.” I wait until she complies, her gaze focusing when she registers my serious expression. “I’m so proud of you. Thank you for trusting yourself and letting go for me. You were an absolute savage, and I fucking loved watching you swallow my cock. Thatwasthe bestblowjob of my life.”

My praise princess melts in my arms, her entire body shuddering.

I swirl my tongue around a nipple piercing. “Do you want to get off on my fingers, my mouth, or my cock?”

Her eyes flicker downward. Swollen lips part in surprise, and a small, pleased smile follows.

“Always hard for you, Evangeline,” I murmur.

When she sways toward me, I immediately read her intent and lift her by the thighs, spreading them over mine. Her arms come around my shoulders, breasts mashing against my chest. She wiggles around until she finds what she wants, then rocks her way slowly downmy cock. By the time she’s seated on my thighs, we’re both panting.

Her wide, awed eyes roam my face. “Nothing feels as good as this.”

I manage to nod before my thoughts scatter as she starts to grind. Her heavy-lidded gaze falls to my mouth, and it takes every last drop of my willpower to resist the lure. Tightening my arms around her, I tuck my face against her neck and mirror the rhythm of her hips with mine.

The prettiest whimpers fill my ears.

“More,” she says on a gasp. “I want you everywhere.”

Her admission triggers another wave of building pressure inside me. “Fuck. Just like that, you’re gonna make me come again.”

I draw back enough to feed two fingers into her mouth. She moans, sucking and coating them with saliva, then bites down when I try to pull them out.

I slap her ass. “Bad toy.”

Her teeth sink deeper into my knuckles, so I slap her ass harder. A gasp frees my fingers to find her ass. The second I start applying pressure, she pushes back and swallows them both. With a guttural cry, she picks up the pace, fucking my cock and fingers with abandon. Hell-bent on taking what she needs from me.

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

“Yes, yes, ah?—”

Her breath stalls, body arching. I bite the juncture of her shoulder and neck as she falls over the edge, pussy and ass clamping down and throbbing, her cries echoing around us. Free and safe in her pleasure, without thought or reservation. Messy, loud, and mine.

Exactly as she should be.

As my own release races toward me, I take over from below, bucking my hips hard and fast. And when I go rigid, she bites me in the exact same spot I bit her.

Because we’re a perfect song.

Matched note for note.

CHAPTER THIRTY

evangeline

Wilder builds a fire in the living room fireplace as I light candles on the mantel and make a nest on the floor out of pillows and blankets. He digs out a deck of cards. We play Go Fish, Hearts, and Crazy Eights.

I win every round for twenty straight minutes, and I’m smug about it until I remember I always won whenever we played card games as kids too. Annoyed, I tell him to stop losing on purpose. He complies and wipes the floor with me until I throw the cards at him.

When my stomach growls, he puts together a massive charcuterie board that looks like it belongs on a food blogger’s Instagram. I eat like I’m feral, moaning and licking my fingers, which has the intended effect of him tackling me to the ground and yanking off mysweatpants. After, we doze on the blankets, my head on his chest and his fingers twirling in my hair. With the soft snap and crackle of logs and the steady patter of rain on the roof, I float in sensory heaven.

The power comes back on midafternoon, but we don’t bother turning on any lights. Wilder makes us tea and disappears upstairs, then reappears with my guitar. When he asks me to play some of my new material for him, I do. He listens the same way he always has, with a rapt expression that makes me feel like the center of the universe. Like I’m precious and worthy and magical.

I have to stop to wipe away tears. He doesn’t ask me what’s wrong, simply holds me until I’m calm again. I reward him with another blowjob, thankfully less traumatic than the first. Then I make the mistake of confessing that I thought swallowing cum would be grosser.

He laughs so hard, for so long, that I attempt to smother him with a pillow. My punishment is his mouth on my pussy, two fingers in my ass, and a husky warning that soon it’ll be something a lot bigger than his fingers inside me. The so-called threat triggers an immediate, shattering orgasm.

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