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I nod, and he tightens his grip on my hair.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth now, Nessa, you understand?”
Another nod.
“If you want me to stop, pinch my leg.”
It’s all he says before he drives his hips forward. I gag at the intrusion, but I don’t dare beg for respite. I like this. Iwantthis.
He holds himself there for a moment as I struggle to breathe around him, then he backs off. His hand is still in my hair, rubbing at me softly. He does it again and again, holding me down longer each time until tears are welling in my eyes and I’m not sure if I can take much more.
“Last chance to stop, love,” he warns.
I don’t, and he delivers on his promise to fill my throat. He comes long and hard, so much that it’s hard to keep up with it all. His seed seeps from the corners of my mouth, dribbling down my chin. It’s messy and gross and yet still so fucking hot. I’venever done anything like this before, and I already want to do it again.
When he finally releases me, I drop my head to his thigh, trying to catch my breath as I come down from the high I didn’t know I was chasing. He gives me a few moments, then he’s hauling me into his lap, his lips crashing against mine like his cum wasn’t just spilling from my mouth. There’s something about it that’s so vulgar. So primal.
He lifts us both, kicking off his pants the rest of the way as he moves through the room, our tongues tangling the entire time. His fingers find the zipper on the back of my dress, unfastening it as far as he can in this position. When he realizes it’s not enough to get me naked, he sets me on my feet to finish the job, spinning me around. Goose bumps break out all along my flesh.
Goose bumps. I don’t think Neal ever gave me goose bumps.
Then I feel his lips on me. Featherlight, but they’re there.
“You’re gorgeous, Nessa. Do you know that?” Another kiss. “Smart too. And funny.” Kiss. “Honest.Your ex…” He sinks his teeth into me, and I groan, dropping my head to the side to give him more access. “He was wrong,” he continues. “He was so fucking wrong for not worshipping you, for not cherishing you. He didn’t deserve you.”
I close my eyes, taking his words to heart.
“And I don’t think I do either, but I’m damn glad you’re giving me this, and I promise to give you everything he couldn’t, even if just for tonight.”
My dress falls away, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties. Gavin turns me back toward him, trapping me against him, my hands folding between us as he captures my mouth once again, telling me with his kisses all the things he just said over again. He breaks our kiss, resting his forehead against mine as his thumb slowly traces over the diamond on my finger.
“May I?” he asks quietly.
I know what he’s asking without him fully saying it. He wants to take it off, and for the first time, I want to take it off too. I nod, and he tugs. He goes slow, watching me the whole time as he slips the piece of jewelry I thought I’d wear for all time off my finger.
And the oddest thing happens—once it’s gone, I swear a weight lifts off my shoulders. I didn’t even realize it was still there. I thought I was over it. I thought I was holding on to the jewelry because it’s mine. Maybe I was holding on to something else too, a dream for a life that’s no longer mine.
Gavin lifts my chin, pulling my eyes to his. “You belong to me now, love.”
He doesn’t mean it. I know he’s just saying it in the heat of the moment, but a small part of me wants it to be true because Iwantto belong to someone again. More than anything, that’s what I want. For now, I’ll settle for this, for feeling like I’m being worshipped.
Then we’re kissing again, and we land on the bed. He slips between my thighs like he was made to be there. His lips trail from my lips, down my chin and throat, not stopping until he’s at my heaving chest. Unclasping my bra with one hand and tossing it aside, he closes his mouth around my pert nipple, and I sigh with relief. I could come again, just from this alone. It’s that good as he plays with me, teasing me with his teeth and tongue and his hands roaming up and down my sides. It’s incredible, yet I want more.
“Condom,” I beg when I can’t take it anymore.
He pulls away, looking down at me. His eyes are so dark right now that I can’t see any green, and I like that far more than I probably should. He gives me a look, silently asking,Are you sure?
“Please.”
The single word is all it takes for him to spring into action. He jumps off the bed in search of protection, returning just a moment later with a foil packet in hand. He drops it to the side, then hooks his fingers into my lace panties and slowly pulls them down my legs. My first instinct is to hide, which is so damn ridiculous since he’s had his face buried there, but I don’t. I let my legs fall open, exposing myself to him, and his nostrils flare as he reaches down and takes his cock in his hand, stroking himself.
“Fuck,” he mutters, and I grin.
He reaches for the condom, ripping it open and rolling it on before settling on top of me.
“Did I mention how gorgeous you are?” he whispers.
“You did, but I’ll gladly hear it again.”
