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Staring up her body from between her thighs is a lesson in patience.

A part of me, and not a small part at that, wants to spend the rest of the night devouring her whole. Tearing orgasms from her perfect body until she passes out, only to wake her up with another.

But the other part is desperate to punish her for trying to run from me. Twice. I need her to think about the consequences if she decides to try for a third, but I’m hoping this will get my point across without the need for another reminder.

I drag my tongue through her sweetness again, and I can’t swallow the groan that tears from somewhere deep in my chest. I’m never going to fucking recover from her. That much I’m certain of.

Ember may think I’m going to destroy her, but she’s already ruined me.

I smirk against her core as she clutches the pillows like her life depends on it. There’s something about dragging her into the darkness of my tastes that has my body settled for the first time in what feels like forever.

I’m a kinky motherfucker, but I’ve rarely had the chance to explore the way I’ve wanted to. No one ever called to me the way my little flame does, and I’m more than happy to be the moth in this situation.

Ember can burn me all she likes, and I’ll likely ask for more without hesitation.

“Orion,” she moans.

“You need more, Little Flame?”

She nods, her hair rustling against the pillow and catching my eye.

There were times I never thought I’d share this bed with anyone. A man like me doesn’t deserve a happily ever after or whatever bullshit the fairy tales sprout. I don’t deserve love or anything good in my life. But I wanted it. And I was prepared to beg, borrow, and steal to make it happen.

Lucky for me, my perfect woman fell into my lap without any of the above, but I’ll have to do it all to keep her.

I slip two fingers into her core, reveling in how wet she is for me. Her muscles clamp down around me immediately, and I groan, lapping at her clit in time with the movements of my fingers. Just the thought of sinking into her tight cunt again has me grinding against the mattress like a teenaged boy during his first make-out session.

I have to be careful, or I’m going to wind up ruining my own orgasm. Wouldn’t that be some immediate karma being delivered?

“Fuck.” Ember’s sweet voice comes from above me, but I’m too lost in her as she babbles restlessly.

“You getting close, baby?”

“Yes. Fuck. It’s too much. Orion, please.”

If she thinks she’s getting an orgasm anytime soon, she is sorely mistaken.

Her pussy clenches around my fingers so tight I can barely move them, telling me she’s right where I want her. She stares down at me with hope, like she thinks her sweet face can change my mind about her punishment.

I pull away and kiss down her thigh at the same time my fingers slip from her pussy, and she lets out a tortured sob.

“No,” she cries.

“You got a long way to go before you’re getting what you want, Little Flame.”

CHAPTER FIFTY

EMBER

Time stopped having meaning a while ago, right around the time Orion stole my fifth orgasm right out from under me.

I can’t stop my body from trembling, and I’ve given up trying, because every touch of his hands, every pass of his tongue, every flick of his deft fingers against my G-spot is more than I can handle.

“Orion, please,” I cry out a moment before he pulls back again, giving me a self-satisfied smirk.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson, Ember?”

“Yes!” I nod against the pillows. “I won’t run again. I’ll stay. Just please let me come.”

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