Page 68 of Eat Slay Love

He had made her question her body.

Her beauty.

Her power.

And I wanted so badly to tell Rae how much of an idiot he had been.

I wanted her to hear it from my mouth, from my soul—that there was not one fucking thing wrong with her.

She waseverything.

And I would show her.

I exhaled slowly, loosening my jaw, forcing my focus back where it belonged—onher.

On the way she shifted under my touch, her thighs parting further, giving herself to me piece by piece.

I dragged my fingers higher, tracing the delicate lace of her panties.

She gasped, her thighs parting instinctively.

It was a silent invitation.

Delirious with lust, I traced the edge of her panties with my fingertips, teasing her, feeling the damp heat already soaking through the lace.

Mon dieu.

She was wet.

Soaked.

Dripping.

My cock throbbed at the realization that she had been sitting here, in this car, getting wetter for me with every suck of her nipple, with every filthy word I whispered into her ear.

I leaned in, pressing my lips to her temple, my voice dark and full of promise. “You’re already dripping for me.”

“How could I not?” She let out a shaky breath. Soon she gripped my wrist with her hand, but she didn’t stop me.

No.

She only held on—like she knew she was about tofall.

I leaned forward and brushed my lips against her ear. “You are divine.”

Her breath hitched.

I whispered, “You know that, don’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

I slid my hand higher, my grip firm, possessive. “Don’t ever doubt that.”

Her body trembled.

I pressed my mouth to her jaw, tracing kisses down the column of her throat as I slid my fingers lower, pushing the panty’s lace to the side.

And there she was.

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