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She isn’t broken like she said, and she certainly isn’t unfeeling. The evidence of that fact is clear in every line of her body. Every gasp, every moan tells me she wants this. Every time she arches into my touch, I know she wants my hands on her.

Even if Willow can’t say it or doesn’t know it yet, I know she wants this with someone, this intimacy. It’s just hard for her to give in to it.

I watch the way she reacts when I start to play with her clit. Just the briefest touches have her moaning, twisting on the sheets. She pants as I keep going further, focused on doing whatever makes her feel the most.

Her nipples harden, the color on her cheeks deepening. I’m not even thinking about what I want right now, about the almost painful ache of my cock. I couldn’t care less about that. All my focus is on Willow.

All I want right now is to make her feel better than she’s ever felt before. I want to make her come again and again.

For every bad thing she’s ever had to put up with, every scar that’s marked her, I’m going to give her something good.

CHAPTER23

Willow

I can’t keep track of everything I’m feeling. My head is spinning, and it feels like the room might be too. It’s so much all at once that I can barely keep my eyes open.

I’m hearing and feeling so much that it’s overwhelming. If I look too, I might just explode.

But I want to look.

I don’t expect to see Connor, even though I know he’s there. I don’t expect to see him with his tongue pressed to my clit, his hands dragging along my hips torturously slow.

I’ve never seen a man pay this much attention to my body. I’m not sure I could have imagined this in my wildest dreams. It was never going to be for me, just like happiness was never going to be mine.

But Connor is defying that. He’s seen my scars, and instead of turning away, he’s doing the exact opposite.

I don’t know what to think, but I don’t want to try to figure it out right now. Not when I have someone paying attention to me for the first time, giving me everything my body needs without expecting anything in return.

I was so wrong.

I can feel, and I’m feeling so much.

I can feel the heat of Connor’s mouth as he kisses me, as he uses his tongue to push me closer to the edge. I can feel his hands on my skin, weighty but not forceful. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest like it’s trying to escape.

“Lift your leg,” Connor says, backing away just long enough to issue a hoarse command. “Over my shoulder.”

I do what he says without a second thought. He bites the spot beside my knee quickly, sending a jolt of electricity through me. Then he returns to my clit, driving me right back to the edge.

Obeying Connor isn’t instinct or self-preservation. It actually feels…good.

I’ve always been scared of men controlling me, terrified of the consequences. I’ve never had a choice when it came to who had a say in my life, who decided what I was going to do and when. Control was never mine, and after Dmitri died, it was my greatest fear to see control rest in the hands of yet another man.

But this is different. Connor is different.

This isn’t the control that Dmitri took from me or the control my father always had over me. It’s not the control others tried to exert over me, taking me from everything I knew and leaving me isolated and hurt. Afraid.

Connor’s words don’t hurt me. They might be commanding, but they’re not meant to hurt. His words, his directions, are allowing me to let go.

Every time he tells me to do something, it’s letting me give in to the feelings he’s drawing out of me. Once I give in, each time, the sensations rush through me.

I can tell he’d stop if I was afraid, or if I didn’t feel good. Connor isn’t trying to control me. He’s trying to do what he promised, single-minded in his goal of drawing pleasure out of me.

I feel helpless in the face of Connor’s determination, but in a way that’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

It feels good. It feels incredible.

I just have to stop thinking, so I try to—I try to let go of it all the way I have before, but not so much that I shut off everything I feel right now. I just let my mind drift far enough that all I know is what I’m feeling.

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