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Fuck baby.I eat at her mouth.

Her nipples pebble through the light material of her dress against my chest, and her pliable body molds against mine. When she moans, I pull out of the kiss.

Her hold tightens. “Gabe…”

So much for control.I touch my forehead to hers. “Baby, is it safe for you to have sex?”

Her eyes on mine, she blinks fast. “What?”

“After the hospital.”

She nods with a smile. “I’ve had the all-clear.”

I don’t want to hurt you ever again.I rub my nose against hers. “Let’s have dessert.”

Her grin widens while she rolls on her toes. “I thought we were.”

You’re killing me.“Baby—”

Aelin cups my face and opens her mouth on mine. Starving for her, I take over the kiss while I glide my hands to the back of her thighs to haul her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and moans in my mouth.

Stopping the kiss, I look at her. Her eyes are shiny, and her mouth swollen.So beautiful … and fragile.When I set her on her feet, she grips my shirt.

“Gabe, I want you.”

And I crave youbut if I ever hurt you, it’ll kill me.“Baby, let’s slow down.”

Aelin’s hands fall off my chest. “You don’t … want me?”

If I wanted you any more, I would catch fire.“I do, but I also want to do it right. Have mercy on me, baby, and let’s wait.”

After a long blink, she bows her head and nods.

Later, after the chocolate charlotte she barely eats, I take her back home in her car while my driver follows us. At her door, I peck her lips and wait for her to lock her door.

Much later, lying in bed, I fist my engorged cock, and shut my eyes.Aelin kneeling on the bed, her hands tied behind her back and the rope looped around her folded legs, her small waist, and arms. I press on her back until her chest lies flat on the mattress and pull up her hips. Her round ass is firm under my palms. I take my cock and nudge its head on her sleek and hot pussy.

I stroke faster.I push my cock into her tight pussy to the hilt.

Faster.

“Gabe.”

I come hard.

Chapter Nineteen

Aelin

When the bell rings, I swipe my palms over the skirt of my short red trapeze dress. Jason’s here.

I check my reflection in the mirror of my bedroom one last time and kick my golden sandal’s heel back with a smile.

Gabe and I have been dating for nearly two months now, and I asked if we could stay in tonight, so he sent Jason to pick me up.

I arrive at his door around 8:00 PM and raise my fist as the door opens on a so-sexy-I-could-die Gabe in jeans and pale blue t-shirt that shows off his muscled chest.

“Gabe, hi.”

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