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“Mm.” I brush my mouth over hers again, deliberately softer this time. “I’m trying to savor it, waŋyéča.”

Her eyes stay on mine for a beat before I kiss the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, taking my time as I move lower instead of giving her exactly what she wants.

That gets the reaction I was after.

Her breath catches, one hand sliding into my hair while the other stays warm against my

Shoulder.

“Asshole.”

I smile against her skin. “Your asshole.”

My hands move up her sides until my fingers find the clasp of her bra, and I undo it without taking my mouth from her skin. I slide the straps down her arms and toss it somewhere near our shirts before settling over her again.

Echo reaches for the button of her jeans almost immediately.

I catch her hand and grin down at her. “Thought I was taking my time.”

“You are. Painfully.”

I laugh and kiss her once before taking over, working her jeans down her hips while she lifts to help me. I pull them the rest of the way off and drop them beside the bed.

That leaves her beneath me in nothing but a gray cotton thong.

Fuck.

I let myself look for a second.

Echo lifts a brow. “You planning on staring all night?”

“Considering it.”

Her mouth curves, and she arches into me, legs parting so I can settle between them.

I grind slow, letting her feel how hard I am through my jeans, but I don’t rush to strip. Instead I kiss down her throat, sucking lightly at the pulse point until she makes that soft sound I love.

“I fucking love that sound,” I tell her, voice rough with want.

My mouth moves lower, lips closing around one nipple, tongue flicking until she gasps my name. I switch to the other, sucking gently while my hand slides down to cup her through her panties. She’s already wet, heat soaking the thin cotton, and I press two fingers there, rubbing slow circles that make her hips roll.

“Wolfe—”

“Look at me, waŋyéča.” I lift my head so our eyes meet. Hers are dark, pupils blown, lips parted. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you stop thinking.”

Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t look away. I hook my fingers in her panties and drag them down, tossing them aside.

My own clothes follow in unhurried movements until we’re skin to skin. I settle over her again, cock heavy against her thigh, but I don’t push inside yet. Instead I kiss her deeply, one hand sliding between us to stroke her folds, fingers gliding through slick heat.

She whimpers when I circle her clit, hips chasing the touch. I keep the pressure light, deliberate, watching every twitch of her expression.

When her hand reaches for me I catch her wrist gently and pin it above her head, not hard, just enough to keep her focused on what I’m doing.

“Be patient. Let me take my time with you,” I whisper again, lips brushing hers.

I slide two fingers inside her, slow and steady, curling them until her back bows. Her free hand grips my shoulder, nails biting in, but I don’t speed up. I fuck her with my fingers at an unhurried pace, thumb still working her clit, until she’s panting and trembling beneath me. Her walls flutter, close to the edge, and I ease off just enough to keep her hovering there.

“Wolfe, please—”