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I ease it higher, over her thighs, baring warm skin.
She gasps as my knuckles graze her, but I hush her with another kiss, deeper, hungrier.
When I slide my fingers over the damp heat of her sweet, dripping pussy, she jolts.
“Oh—”
“Yes,” I growl, stroking over the slick folds, savoring how ready she is for me. “Gods, Telya, you’re already wet for me.”
Her protest dies in a whimper as I circle her clit, gentle at first, then harder, finding the rhythm that makes her writhe.
Her thighs part for me, and I slide two fingers inside her, slow, deliberate.
The tight, wet clutch of her walls nearly undoes me.
“Kael! Oh God,” she gasps again, her voice breaking, her hips rocking helplessly into my hand.
I curl my fingers, stroke deeper, coaxing every shiver, every desperate moan. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her head tipping back.
She’s beautiful like this—caught between fear and desire, undone by my touch.
I grind against my own palm, cock straining, and finally I free myself, hissing as the cool air hits the hot length of me.
I stroke hard, matching the rhythm of my fingers inside her.
Each sound she makes feeds the storm inside me until I’m trembling with it, fighting the instinct to bury myself inside her.
Her climax breaks fast, sharp—her body clenching around my fingers, her cries muffled against my chest.
I pump her through it, savoring every pulse of her release.
The sight of her falling apart because of me pushes me past the edge.
With a guttural groan, I spill hot over her soft belly, my hand still stroking my cock as I paint her skin with my release.
The sight is obscene, glorious, like claiming written in salt and heat.
Breath ragged, I press my forehead to hers, forcing myself to still my hand, to still the urge to sink into her and make her mine completely. Not yet.
“That was—I mean, wow,” she whispers, dazed, flushed, glowing.
I kiss her, softer this time. Reverent.
“Telya fits you,” I murmur against her lips. “My tide. My undoing.”
And though every bone in my body aches to take her fully, I keep the promise I made to myself.
I’ll woo her.
I’ll win her.
She will choose me.
Because Phoebe Sewell might not just be the key to saving Castletide.
She might be everything.
Chapter 7
