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I don’t just want her—I need her. The way she’s laid bare in front of me, vulnerable and aching, it feels like a gift. And I’m going to worship every inch of her.

My mouth hovers right at her core, and I finally give in to that first, slow lick, running my tongue along her, savoring her taste. She gasps, her hips bucking involuntarily, and I smirk, teasing her again with another long, slow stroke, just enough to drive her mad.

She’s trembling, her fingers digging into my shoulders for support, her nails biting into my skin as her body shudders. Her breath comes in short, ragged pants, and I can feel how close she is to unraveling. But I’m in no hurry—I want to take my time, make every moment last. I flick my tongue across her clit, barely brushing it, just enough to make her hips jerk forward again, craving more.

Her leg shakes on my shoulder, and I can feel the tension building inside her, but I keep my pace slow, teasing her, watching her fall apart under my touch. The need in her voice, her hands gripping tighter, only fuels the fire inside me.

“Oh God,” she moans, her voice raw with need. “Please, more, faster. “

“Be patient.” I continue teasing her, my tongue working in slow, torturous circles, never giving her quite enough to send her over. Her body is quivering beneath me, every muscle tense as she hangs on the brink.

The way she’s reacting—every moan, every gasp, every desperate plea—has me buzzing with satisfaction. Knowing I’m the one doing this to her, making her come undone like this, only makes me want her more.

Finally, I slip a finger inside her, feeling the way she clenches around me, so wet and tight. Her body jolts in response, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. I slowly start to fuck her with my fingers, curling them slightly as I continue licking her, teasing her clit with my tongue in tandem.

She’s coming apart in my hands, her moans growing louder, her hips moving against me in rhythm with my fingers. I add another finger, thrusting deeper, my tongue flicking and circling, building her up, inch by inch.

Her legs start to shake, her breath ragged as her entire body tenses. “I’m close,” she gasps, her voice barely a whisper. “Please . . .”

I speed up, my fingers thrusting harder, my mouth working in perfect sync. The tension builds inside her, and I can feel it—she’s right there, teetering on the edge.

“Come for me, baby,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire. “Let go.”

And just like that, she shatters, her body jerking, leg tightening around my shoulder as her release hits. Her back arches, her head falling back, moans spilling from her lips and turning into breathless cries as her orgasm crashes over her, wave after wave. I don’t stop, keeping my fingers moving inside her, my tongue flicking over her clit, drawing out every last tremor until she’s completely spent.

Her knees fall lax, her body trembling and her breath ragged. I pull back, wiping my mouth with a satisfied grin, the sight of her completely undone like this etched into my mind.

Emotionally, I’m reeling—seeing her like this, knowing I was the one who brought her to this point, it’s overwhelming in the best way. She’s mine, and I can’t get enough of her.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Jacob

I stand up,my legs still buzzing from the feel of her trembling against me. I can’t move quickly enough, removing the rest of my clothes. My hand reaches for the nightstand drawer, where I quickly grab a condom, tearing it open. I can feel her eyes on me, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath, anticipation crackling in the air between us.

I roll the condom over myself, the sensation almost too much as I lock eyes with her, my need for her growing even more intense. Without breaking eye contact, I pull her up and then push her gently back against the wall, my hands finding her hips.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” I ask, my voice low and rough, as I grip her round ass, lifting her easily into my arms.

She wraps her legs around my waist, her breath hitching in response, and I can feel the heat of her pressed against me, waiting. I guide myself to her entrance, teasing her just for a moment before slowly, deliberately, pushing inside her.

Her moan vibrates against my chest as I sink deeper, her body tightening around me, and it feels like heaven. I pause, savoring the moment—feeling every inch of her, knowing she’s mine.

“God, you feel so good,” I groan, pressing her harder against the wall, her back arching as she clings to me. I begin to move, slow and deep, every thrust sending ripples of pleasure through us both.

Her shoulders are pressed against the wall, her heels digging into my ass, and I’m buried deep inside her. The heat, the tightness of her gripping me, makes my head spin. I pull out slowly, letting her feel every inch of me, savoring the way she gasps, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as I push back in just as slow.

“God, you’re big,” she moans, her fingers digging into my shoulders, and the sound of her voice sends a thrill through me. “So thick . . .”

I can’t help but smirk, my lips brushing the side of her neck as I thrust deeper, filling her completely. “You like that?” I murmur, my breath hot against her skin. “Like the way I stretch you out?”

She moans, her back arching against the wall, and it takes everything in me to keep the pace slow, deliberate. Every time I pull out, her body tightens around me, like she can’t stand the emptiness, and when I push back in, I watch her unravel a little more.

But it’s more than just the physical—it always is with her. Seeing her like this, bare, vulnerable, clinging to me like I’m the only thing grounding her, makes my chest ache in the best way. She trusts me with every part of her, and it’s overwhelming, making the connection between us stronger with every thrust.

I never thought I’d feel this way about anyone, but with her, it’s different. It’s always been different. I need her—not just physically, but emotionally. She’s the one person who makes me feel grounded, makes me feel like I’m not just going through the motions. With her, everything feels right. Like this moment, buried deep inside her, I feel complete. From the beginning she elicited so many emotions within me, despite me swearing off relationships, she somehow jingled her way into my heart one baked good at a time.

“You’re perfect,” I groan, my hands gripping her ass tighter as I thrust deeper, pulling a gasp from her lips. “So fucking perfect.”