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But it wasn’t enough.

I kissed my way lower, across the slope of her ribs, her stomach, every inch of her shaking. Her thighs were already tense around me. Her scent coiled in my head, wrapping around everything. I kissed her just above the navel, then dipped lower. My hands gripping her hips to hold her still as she squirmed.

“Yes…” she whispered, voice wrecked.

I grinned, then looked at my late-night meal.

“Fuck, Sass…” I rasped. I would never get over seeing her like this. She had the smallest, neat triangle of her hair—trimmed, perfect—but the rest of her was smooth as glass.

She tried to close her legs, shy, but I wasn’t letting her hide. I slid my hands up, spreading her wide. My thumbs stroked the insides of her thighs, mouth brushing over soft skin.

I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. “Want my mouth on you, baby?”

“Yes, please,” she panted.

“You can do better than that. Beg for it, Sass,” urged, voice low.

She froze, just for a breath.

Then her lips parted, her brows pulling together like she wanted to give me what I asked for, but couldn’t. “I… I don’t know how.”

My chest tightened.

Of course, she didn’t. She’d never had this. Ashton couldn’t have pulled this out of her if he tried. He never deserved her softness, or the part of her that burned quietly behind her eyes like a hidden wildfire. I leaned up, my lips brushing hers in reassurance. “Nothing you say could ever be wrong. You just have to be honest.” I looked down, seeing how wet she was, no longer surprised to see she was damn near dripping. Can’t say that didn’t do wonders for my ego.

“You feel it, don’t you? That’s mine. Say it.”

She swallowed, her breath shaky. “It’s yours.”

“Yeah, baby. It is.” I kissed her again, deep and slow, letting her feel what I meant. “You don’t need to be good at this. You just need to want it. And I know you do.”

“I do,” she whispered, voice barely audible. “—I want you.”

“Then say it.” My lips traced the shell of her ear, my hands spreading her thighs wider again, thumb teasing the crease at the top. “Tell me you want my mouth on your pussy.”

“I want your mouth on me,” she whispered.

I didn’t make her wait. I kissed back down her beautiful body, and dragged my tongue over her, slow and deliberate, from her entrance to her clit, tasting her, savoring the way she gasped, the way her back arched off the bed.

“Keep talking to me.” I kissed her inner thigh again, slower this time—just to feel the way her body trembled beneath my mouth. “Tell me what it feels like when I touch you,” I coaxed. “Use your words, Sass.”

“I—Rye…” Her voice shook, hips lifting when my breath fanned across her center. “It feels… so good.”

I hummed encouragingly against her, gripping her thighs in both hands to keep her still as I brought my mouth back to where she needed me most. My tongue dragged over her slowly again, long, deliberate.

“Say that again,” I rasped. “Tell me how it feels.”

Her back arched, breath catching. “You’re driving me crazy…”

“Good,” I growled. “That’s the point.”

I licked her again, harder this time. She gasped, her thighs tightening around my head.

“Don’t stop, give me more,” she demanded, gripping my hair.

My blood turned to fire.

“There she is.”

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