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I sucked her clit between my lips, rolling it with my tongue, savoring every twitch and sound she made. Her taste was addictive. Warm. Sweet. Mine. She tried to stay quiet, biting her lip, but her body betrayed her—hips rolling, her legs trembling around me.

She whimpered, breathy curses slipping through parted lips. “Oh my god, Rye, don’t stop…”

I didn’t.

I was too focused on the task. This was one of the most crucial jobs in my life: making her feel good. As often and as thoroughly as I fucking could.

I licked deeper, my tongue slipping inside her, slow and firm, while my thumb circled her clit with unrelenting pressure. Every movement was deliberate. Every sound she made fed something primal in me.

She gasped—sharp, ragged—as her body locked up beneath me, thighs trembling around my head.

“You’re doing so fucking good, Sass,” I murmured against her, voice low and raw. My breath ghosted over her soaked skin. “Let go for me.”

She tried. Fought it. Her hips jerked up instinctively, chasing more. Her fingers tightened in my hair, nails dragging against my scalp as she yanked me closer, a whimper tearing from her throat.

I groaned, tongue thrusting again, slow and deep. I felt her body clench around my tongue. Her thighs clamped tighter. Her breath hitched. When I sucked her clit again, she came with a soundless cry. I kept her pinned down, using my tongue to work her through it, relentless and worshiping. I couldn’t get enough. She writhed beneath me, hips rocking against my face, every breath a broken, gasping plea, her come and juices all over me. I was obsessed with making her come back-to-back.

She came two more times, and then she tried to twist, to escape, overstimulated and undone.

I held her still.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” I rasped, lips still brushing her soaked skin. “Let me have one more, baby. Don’t hold back.”

Another moan tore from her. Her legs shook. Her fingers slipped from my hair, then tightened again as another wave hit.

I still didn’t stop—not until her entire body had gone slack beneath me. Her chest rose in uneven bursts. Her thighs trembled from where I had hooked them over my shoulders. Her lips were parted; her pretty eyes shut like she was struggling to remember where she was.

I pressed one last kiss to her inner thigh—slow, lingering, possessive—then pulled back just enough to look up at her.

She was flushed. Sweaty. Beautifully wrecked.

Mine.

I moved over her, and she cupped my face. “Kiss me.”

Our lips met, and she kissed me like she needed to feel exactly what I’d just done to her, and I let her. Let her taste herself on my tongue. Let her feel the way she still coated my jawline, slick and sweet.

Her fingers threaded through my hair as her tongue moved against mine, soft at first, then she got into it, and I was the one groaning into her mouth, barely holding on.

She pulled back just enough to whisper. “Ryder, you—”

I cut her off with another kiss, swallowing the words before she could say them. “This was all for you, Sass.”

I couldn’t hear her say she wanted me to fuck her right then. I was many things, but when it came to her, restraint was my special religion. Patience wasn’t new to me. Control was what I’d been raised on. What I lived by. With her, it had taken on a whole new meaning. Apparently, I could be a fucking saint.

Because if she came apart like that from just my mouth and hands…I wasn’t sure how she was going to handle all of me.

Still, I’d wait.

I reached down, threading our fingers together, guiding her hands to rest gently beside her head. I ignored the sting, dull but insistent, beneath the gauze wrapped tight across my knuckles as I kissed her again until she melted into me.

This was what mattered.

Her.

Her pleasure. Her comfort.

Because one day, she would break. Not with gasps and trembling thighs, but in the way she needed to—so I could rebuild her with every jagged part of myself I’d kept buried in the dark.

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