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“Then can I—?”

“Yes,” she hissed out. He could’ve asked for anything in that moment and it would have been his.

He pulled out of her and slid back in farther. Her head burrowed back into the pillows while her hips ground into the mattress. Again he withdrew and pushed into her. Deeper. Each time he thrust until skin pressed against skin and he was buried inside her.

His rhythm picked up and, with her feet firmly against the mattress, she matched him.

A low, roiling heat built up in her with every stroke, and her breath grew short. A sheen of sweat covered them both, and she dug her fingers harder into the muscles of his arms to keep from losing her grip.

Then, all at once, Gavin threw his head back with a curse and pulled out of her. White, hot seed spilled on her leg and onto the coverlet as he worked his hand over his cock, finishing himself off.

She’d done that. She had so aroused a man that he’d climaxed. A smug smile slid over her face.

When finally his hand fell away, he looked up her body at her. “You look very pleased with yourself.”

She sighed with contentment. “I am.”

“And yet you didn’t—?”

He looked at her with such significance she knew he could only be asking whether she too had orgasmed.

She shook her head. “No, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself nonetheless.”

His eyes darkened but not with displeasure. “Then we’re not done.”

She pushed herself up on her elbows and cocked a brow. “What?”

“Lie back and open your legs again,” he ordered, and a shiver ran down her spine.

This time he settled on his knees between her legs. He hooked his hands around her thighs, tilted her hips up, and lowered his head.

His mouth. He was going to use his mouth?

She surged up onto elbows right as his tongue touched her. He rolled it over her clitoris, then flicked the sensitive bud once.

“Oh my God,” she breathed out, her fingers grasping at the bedsheets. Her body was already primed from him, but this was so much more. A wave of desire swelled up in her, and her inner muscles began to tremble.

Gavin sucked on her as he slipped a hand out from under her leg to pinch one of her folds. Her hips shot up off the bed, but he clamped her down by throwing his other arm across her stomach.

She wanted to see this—to prove to herself that this was really happening—and when she looked down her body she locked eyes with Gavin. He was staring back at her with open, raw hunger, lust, and something a little like anger. But any chance she had to contemplate why was lost when he began flicking his tongue over her again and again in fast succession.

Her orgasm rocketed through her with a force she’d rarely felt when she pleasured herself alone. The weight of his arm kept her pressed down even as she drove her hips up against his mouth, grinding him into her as he pulled her pleasure from her bit by excruciating bit. She was lost, unable to think. Unable to talk. The only thing she could do was take from him until he had nothing more to give her, and so that’s what she did, riding his mouth until she felt weak against the bed.

Chapter Seven

INA WATCHED GAVIN roll to the side, disentangling himself from her and the coverlet. His hand lingered for a moment on the swell of her stomach, but then that was gone too.

No. She sat up, pulling the sheet over her. He couldn’t give her pleasure like that and then pull away from her. Not when her whole world had just shifted. If she’d been unprepared for her first kiss, this had changed everything. Neither of them could have known how good they’d be together, and this wedding night couldn’t be the only time.

Gavin slung his legs over the edge of the bed, displaying the broad expanse of his back. She wanted to trace the lines of it, reciting the names of muscles she’d memorized while studying anatomy in an attempt to become a better sculptor, yet she wasn’t sure he wouldn’t shrink away from her touch.

“You must be tired,” he said.

Her heart sank a little bit more. “I’m not tired.”

He stood now and plucked his shirt up off the floor. “Yes, well, you should go back to your bed.”

“Why are you dressing?” she asked.