The one she got after he left her. After he made her doubt herself.
That prick is gonna get his.
But that’s all the time I’m giving him tonight. My head is too full of Cecilia for anyone else.
“You survived. You flourished without him,” I whisper against it. “And you will continue to rise, but not alone. Not anymore. Because now you have me. Together, we’re stronger.”
Then I work my way up—soft kisses, slow licks, little nips—until I’m at her collarbone, her jaw, her lips again.
She arches against me, heat pooling where our bodies brush, and I let her feel the strength of my desire.
The full weight of my need.
When I cup her breast through the silk, she gasps, and I finally lift the slip off her in one slow movement, revealing every inch of her to me.
My mouth goes dry.
My cock twitches painfully.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “You’re so—goddamn, Cece.”
She gives a half-laugh, half-whimper, and I lower my head to taste her again.
Her nipples are already peaked, flushed and perfect. I suck one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the steel piercing it, feeling her fingers twist in my hair.
I give them both equal attention—worshipping, learning what makes her gasp and moan and whisper my name like it’s a prayer.
Then I move lower. Hungry for her all over again.
She’s already soaked for me.
I trail kisses down her belly, spreading her thighs and settling between them like it’s where I belong.
Because it is.
She bites her knuckle when I press a kiss to the snakehead inked across her mound, and I grin against her.
“Don’t hide from me,” I say. “I want to hear everything.”
Then, I taste her again. Slowly this time.
“I can’t,” she whimpers, but she’s lying.
We both know she can.
“I’m addicted to the taste of you, kardhoúla. Give me another. You can do it.”
Fuck me, she’s even more perfect than I thought.
Sweet. Silken. Addictive.
I eat her like a man starved, and when she cries out, her thighs shaking, her hands scrabbling for something to hold, I don’t stop.
I give her more.
I slide a finger inside her, curling just right, licking her through it until she comes undone—back arching, lips parting in a silent scream of pleasure that makes me ache to be inside her.
When she comes down, eyes dazed, cheeks flushed, I crawl up her body and kiss her again, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
