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He reached down to snag her hair and held it up and out of the way just as her tongue flicked out and delicately licked the tip of his cock.

His entire body leapt like he’d been delivered an electric shock. He arched his hips upward, automatically. Wanting—needing—more.

“You like that,” she murmured.

“Hell yes, I like it,” he said in a guttural tone he didn’t even recognize.

She grew bolder then, swirling her tongue around the head and then finally, finally, she sucked him between her lips, into that hot satiny heat of her mouth. And his eyes rolled back into his head at the explosion of pleasure that burst through his body.

If he died right now, he’d die a happy man and wouldn’t have a single regret. Being with Eden was like being bathed in indescribable warmth. Sunshine and honey all mixed together.

But he also knew he couldn’t let her continue much longer or he’d come and then she’d be left behind and like hell he was going to be that selfish.

“Eden, honey,” he gasped. “You have to stop or I’m going to come all over your mouth and down your throat and I want you with me. I want you to feel as much pleasure as you’re giving me.”

She slowly released suction and lifted her head, her eyes half-lidded and heavy with desire.

“I think I could come just by pleasuring you and making you come,” she admitted. “I’m so on edge right now that it’s not going to take much.”

“That makes two of us,” Swanny growled. “Get over here and get on your back. This is going to be way quicker than I intended, but you’ve driven me beyond my breaking point.”

She smiled but quickly complied with his guttural command. She laid out her body like a cat stretching in lazy contentment. Fire burned in her ocean eyes, making them more vivid, the sparks of green glowing even more brightly against the darker blue that at times dominated.

He rolled over and onto her, spreading her thighs to position himself at her opening. But before he pushed in, he slid a finger in, testing her readiness. He didn’t want to hurt her and even if it killed him to wait, he was going to make damn sure she was wet and ready for him.

She moaned softly, partly in dismay that it was his finger and not his dick entering her. Her pu**y clutched at his fingers as if demanding more. The walls were liquid velvet, so satiny and plush. He stroked the inside, pushing farther until he hit her G-spot, and she nearly came off the bed and his hand was suddenly bathed in wetness.

Satisfied that she was more than ready for him, he withdrew his fingers and then grasped the base of his dick and began to push inward, feeling her stretch around him to accommodate his size.

This time her moan was one of deep satisfaction. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh, and she tilted her hips upward, meeting his thrusts, drawing him deeper inside her.

“Wrap your legs around me and hold on. This is going to be fast and hard. If I hurt you in the slightest, you tell me to stop and I will, no matter how far gone I am.”

“Stop worrying about hurting me,” she said softly. “I want you. I want this. I want everything you have to give me. Show me how much you want me, Swanny. Take us both over the edge.”

Her words had the effect of a whip, galvanizing him to action. He slid his hands down her br**sts, cupping them gently before caressing a line down her sides to her hips. Then he slipped his palms beneath her ass and lifted her to meet his more forceful thrusts.

At the very first plunge, he was lost. A haze fell over him, sucking him into a violent vortex of pleasure and desire such as he’d never experienced. He powered into her, retreating the barest of inches before planting himself as deeply as he could go. Until they were one person, joined intimately, him taking up where she left off.

There was no Swanny. No Eden. There was only Swanny and Eden. Together. One person. Two pieces of a whole. Finally complete.

She clung to him tightly but gave no indication that she was in any pain. Her soft moans and cries of ecstasy reassured him that she was with him.

He removed one hand from her bottom and worked his thumb between where they were joined to stroke her clit. Her entire body shook and then tightened and he knew she was as close as he was.

“Hang on, honey. We’re almost there. Stay with me. I’ll get us there. I swear.”

“Hurry,” she whispered. “I’m burning up, Swanny. I can’t take this any longer. I feel like I’m going to break apart.”

He began thrusting hard and fast, as much as his strength would allow. His vision blurred as his orgasm rose and flashed and he began spilling into her silken depths. She arched upward with a violent cry. A frenzied noise of utter satisfaction and completion.

He continued to stroke in and out of her, slowing his movements, even after he’d finished pouring the last of himself inside her. He couldn’t bring himself to leave her yet. He felt cold without her. Only with her did the parts inside him that had remained untouched by warmth for so very long begin to thaw.

He needed her. In a way he’d never needed another person in his entire life.

And that scared the holy hell out of him.

He settled into sleep, his last fleeting thought that he’d never brought up the topic of their “relationship” as he’d planned to do.

CHAPTER 26

THE night of the soiree, Swanny dressed while Eden donned her evening finery, and instead of leaving her gorgeous hair down, she arranged it in an elegant updo with tendrils floating delicately down the slender column of her neck.

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