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I start to move off her, but her fingers grip my hair. Quick. Firm.

“No,” she breathes. Eyes dark. Cheeks flushed. “Continue.”

I stare up at her, suspended between disbelief and something far more dangerous.

“You sure about that?” My voice comes out gravel. Raw.

Her hand tightens—just enough to keep me there. “Show me that your mouth can do more than piss me off.”

Blyad.

I hook my fingers back into her waistband and pull. Slow. Deliberate.

Her gaze doesn’t leave mine.

She lifts her hips to help me. And something hot and possessive coils in my chest.

She’schoosingthis.

Choosingme.

The shorts come off easy.

No underwear beneath them.

I breathe deep.

I exhale through my teeth as I take in the sight of her bare and wet in the pale morning light.

“Already wet. Knew you weren’t asleep.”

My hands frame her thighs, spreading them wider, thumbs pressing bruises into her skin just to watch her twitch.

She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t hide. Just watches me with that half-lidded, defiant gaze like she’s daring me to do my worst.

“Keep looking at me like that, Beda,” I murmur, dragging my mouth across the inside of her thigh, “and I’ll fuck you instead.”

Her hips jerk at the feel of my tongue, and she gasps—sharp like she didn’t expect me to dive in without teasing. But I’m not in the mood to tease.

I’m fucking starving.

I drag my tongue up, slow, tasting, my eyes roll back.

“Fuck Ayla, you should’ve kept this from me,” I growl against her skin before flattening my tongue and tasting her again. Deeper. Hungrier.

Ayla’s breath catches. Her head tips back against the pillow. But she still doesn’t close her eyes.

She’s watching me. Watching the way I eat her like it’s the only thing keeping me alive.

“Fuck,” she whispers.

I groan into her cunt and wrap an arm around her thigh, pinning it down so she can’t squirm away. My other hand slips under her shirt, finds her breast, and palms it hard enough to make her back arch.

Her nipple drags across my thumb. She moans, hips lifting to meet my mouth.

She’s soaked.

Blyad, when was the last time eating pussy made my skin vibrate.