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Silas is more than I could have ever prepared myself for.

“Fuck,” he groans, circling my clit with agonizing precision. “Knew it would be. Knew you’d be perfect here too.”

His thumb presses harder, and I moan, clutching at his arms. He doesn’t yank away or hiss when my nails dig deep. If anything, I think it turnshimon. Finally, he presses against my sensitive nub, rubbing just right to make my hips jerk.

My fingers have never felt this good. I’ve never brought myself to an orgasm so quickly, but at this rate, I’ll be soaking his fingertips in no time.

“Every time you open your mouth, it drives me insane.” Rumbling the truth, he reaches up with his free hand to turn my face, angling us for another slow, torturous kiss. All tongue and hunger, he devours my next moan.

My breath hitches as his fingers slide lower, dipping inside just enough to tease. Slowly, he works in one finger, curling it between my velvety walls.

When he inhales sharply, I know my secret is out. My tightness is impossible to hide, even more so when he presses in a second,

My virginity doesn’t make him yank away, Instead, it makes him groan low and deep like it’s me stroking his cock instead of him feeding my arousal.

While he soaks his fingers, his thumb returns to my clit, brutally giving me dual stimulations strong enough to make my thighs quiver.

“That’s it,” he rasps, his mouth hot against my throat. “Let me see how pretty you are when you come.”

And when his fingers curl just right, when his thumb flicks in tight, relentless circles—I do.

My walls clamp around his fingers and stars take over my vision, leaving me blinded. As I pinch my eyes shut and my throat aches from crying out, I’m left as nothing but a puddle against his lap.

This man has officially done it.

I amgone.There is no going back to an addiction less sweet.

8

Silas

There’s no question about it. Lily has to be mine. Whatever it takes, I need to schedule a wedding, pick out a beautiful ring, and figure out the best shops for her to choose a dress.

While I’m here already seeing the future, Lily’s body is jerking and adjusting to what is happening in the present.

My cock aches beneath her, and I don’t need to look to know that I’ve ruined a good pair of pants. It could’ve been all the rubbing she did against my lap that did the final blow, but I’ve come undone just before her.

I should feel embarrassed, but this was the hottest thing I’ve experienced in a decade. Maybe longer.

When I slide my fingers out of her pussy and toward her clit, she doesn’t waste time batting my hand away. Oversensitized, her body goes limp against mine.

Nothing has ever felt so right before in my life.

I don’t think I want to ever let a moment like this go.

She’s a melted puddle against my lap, my chest, all warm skin and boneless satisfaction. I stroke her hair, my fingers catching in the damp strands at her temples. Her breathing still comes in uneven little huffs, and when I shift, she makes a soft, protesting noise.

“C’mon,” I murmur, nudging her. “Up. Just for a second.”

She groans but obeys, pushing up on shaky arms. Her legs wobble when I guide her to stand, and she sways into me, trusting me to keep her upright. I do, one arm around her waist while the other swipes her underwear and shorts from the floor. Then I lift her, discovering just how light she is, and carry her down the hall so we can get our rest.

I don’t take her to her room.

Mine is closer, darker, the sheets still rumpled from this morning. I lay her down, and she sighs, curling into the pillow like she belongs there. It’s a shame it took so long to discover the fact.

Slipping off toward the bathroom long enough to get cleaned up and to put on a new pair of underwear, I return with a warm, damp rag.

She’s half-asleep, her lashes fluttering as I wipe between her thighs. She hums, arching slightly, but doesn’t complain. I work gently, then tug her underwear back on, my fingers greedily touching every inch of skin I can.

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