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My body trembles from the anticipation of his touch. He moves lower and lower. His head betweenmy legs.With this unfamiliar position, I panic and clench my thighs on either side of his handsome head.

“Everett!” I yelp.

He pushes either leg off his head and cocks an eyebrow. He places a featherlight touch on the inside of my leg, causing the skin to prickle.

“You’ve never had anyone touch you—” he pauses his words as his lips caress the inside of my thigh “—here?”

Then he peppers painstakingly slow kisses closer to my entrance, his breath skating across my skin as my breath hitches.

“No,” I whisper.

He gives me a small, wicked chuckle. “Well.” A simple stated word as his eyes leave mine and he lowers his handsome face to my core and gives one long languid swipe up my entrance. As he moves toward my clit, his eyes lock on mine and a moan sits in my throat. I try to swallow it down. My eyes want to look away in shame, for I’ve never been placed in this scenario.

His amber eyes melt me. “I’m going to eat you alive, darling.”

Then I feel the grip of his hand behind my thigh as he grasps my leg and opens my limbs wider. His facelunges into my entrance as he devours me like a man who hasn’t eaten for several days.

All the sensation overstimulates my soul as my vision blurs from the pleasure, his tongue encircling and sucking on the pulse between my legs. The various movements cause the moan to erupt from my mouth. He reaches for my hand and places it within his white locks, causing me to pull on his hair. I lose control and writhe my lower torso on his face, riding out my orgasm as he hums in approval. I can feel his hands snake under my ass as he grasps it hard.

I’ve had more pleasure in less than twenty-four hours than I had within my life. Though one portion of my brain remains critical, analyzing and assessing through this beautiful experience. Wondering and echoing in my mind to find some understanding. To how this man seems to know me better than I know myself.

Chapter 25: Everett

Gasoline, Halsey

Our naked bodies lie intertwined in the sheets. Daybreak comes through the window, bright and aglow from the snow-covered ground. I brought Brielle to orgasm several times and we needed to take a break.

It may be in poor taste that it makes me chuckle that she hasn’t had any remarkable sexual experiences other than with me. Though I relish in the fact I’ve gotten to enjoy some of herfirstexperiences with her.

I brush a piece of her hair from her face as we lie there, limbs tangled, our chests rising and falling at the same pace. Her tender fingertips trace the barbed wire scars etched into my skin—something I never show others,but for some reason I want to show her this portion of me.

I want to show her everything and be vulnerable for the first time in my pathetic life.

She came in and blasted down my walls like fucking TNT.

Her emerald eyes shine as I brush my large hands through her locks. She makes the most adorable sound as her eyes roll back from the pleasure.

“We have to head out soon,” I mention softly.

Her expression changes from a shining smile to something foreboding.

After all, business still remains and we must leave our small moment of bliss to take care of Giorgio’s sins.

“Mrs. Foster has brought you some items to wear to the farm. We will interrogate Giorgio and then you may seek his judgment for what he unleashed upon you,” I state, as I grab my gray trousers and black turtleneck suitable for the grunge of the farm.

Brielle has been there before, but I do not believe she understands the full extent of what lies within the compound. She has only cared for others when called upon and then left.

I’m going to shove her into a scenario she has never been in before.

She needs to lose control.

She needs to embark on her new journey and embrace her dark side.

As I dress in my turtleneck, I turn and find her staring at me. She is dressed in tight black cargo paints and a green turtleneck. Suitable for a tiny assassin.

Adorable.

“Don’t do that,” she states. Her brow furrows.