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I swallow hard. “A-are we going to talk about⁠—?”

He touches my lips, cutting off all my speech. I breathe a windstorm in and out through my nostrils as all his attention trains on me. “No talking. Screaming is the only sound I’ll allow from your smart mouth.”

Jesus H. Christ!

He’s so strong, so powerful, so domineering with this self-possessed confidence; it’s absolutely detrimental to my mental health. He’s all rugged brawn. It’s so hard to believe this virile man is right here in front of me. At any time, he could have said “fuck this” and thrown me out the door. Instead, he played with me. Tonight, play has moved to punishment. But my blazing backside can’t even touch the heat in his eyes.

Fuck. This side of him is going to ruin me.

Both hands descend to the hem of my shirt. My breath catches as he lifts it. I shift so he may sweep the fabric off me, followed by my bra. Now, I’m completely exposed. Nothing can hide from the bathroom lights. And there is something so…intimate about him being fully clothed while I’m utterly naked.

The slap on the counter startles me. Hard enough to vibrate into my leg. Instantly, all my attention zeroes in on his palm next to me—how it clenches before loosening again. Tendons still flexed. Ruddy veins throbbing with masculine blood.

Pride, sudden and surprising, spreads a fresh flush in my cheeks and my breasts. His eyes stroke every inch of my body, exploring, studying, admiring. He reaches for the ribbon from my disheveled bun, loosens it, and releases my hair in a cascade of copper-brown waves. I smile softly as he rubs a few locks between his fingers.

I’m not ready when he moves in, clutches my knees, and kisses the side of my neck.

I choke on a breath. Sparks prickle every inch of my skin. His lips are full, his beard is trim, and the flawless texture teases without scratching. I arch more, my body begging. But Gage takes his time, stroking the line of my neck, caressing the curve of my throat, and pressing a tender kiss to my thrumming pulse.

Somehow, I manage to keep my fingers knotted behind my back. But when he kisses his way down my body and lowers his mouth to my breast, I must clench them so tightly, they nearly turn numb. He radiates such intensity but so much control; it’s beyond arousing.

Warmth tangles and spirals all around the nipple he licks, circling his tongue around the hard tip before he sucks, hard and strong.

The tension, the pressure inside me, is coiling tighter, flaring hotter, and stealing my breath. All it takes is him moving to the other breast and flicking the stiff bud and tugging on the invisible vibrating line right to my clit—I crash into a flood of pleasure from the breast orgasm, tipping my head back, rocking my hips, and inhaling rapid gusts through my nose. I’m releasing a heavy, wrecked sigh when Gage’s mouth collides with mine.

Even if he didn’t give me permission, I can’t help but touch his neck, exploring the strength of his muscles, sweeping down his broad shoulders to his shredded torso.

Determined, he pursues me, opening my lips, tongue sliding inside. He commands my very blood, stealing a moan right from my lungs. Tilting his chin, holding me with the power of his jaw, he plunders and tastes, his authority invading every nerve ending.

But the moment I try to unfasten his belt, Gage pulls away, slaps my palm away, then kneels, shoving my thighs wide.

“Oh, my Go⁠—!”

“Hands,” he growls, one long sweep from my seam to my clit.

“Oh, fuck you!”

Teeth sink in, stinging, burning, and I yelp, then hurry to obey.

Then? Gage feasts.

It’s the only possible word for it. Ravenous, he devours me, conquering every scrap of hypersensitive, wet flesh. A wicked, beautiful assault. Helpless tears join the sweat streaming down my cheeks. Quivers hum through my pussy, more fluids seeping out of my opening—until he stabs two fingers inside me.

“You godda⁠—”

He adds another and twists them deeper, replacing any insult with a wild moan, still working my clit, feral with it, tracing circles, sucking it. Unwavering, he torments me, punishes me, liquefying every muscle, shuddering my limbs, and rattling my bones. The pleasure smothers all my senses.

My world narrows to him at my pussy, to the blade of his tongue slicing through me, to those thick and rigid fingers sliding in and out, fucking me—and his passion, primal and savage, consuming me, devastating me. The release finds a rhythm, building higher and higher.

When Gage looks up, gaze locking onto mine, holding me in this moment…with him, their dark storm undoes me. Bliss, pure bliss, like a hot star, rips me away, radiating everywhere. The deep groan from his throat resonates through me, intensifying every sensation. Wave after wave of pleasure breaks over me, spasming in my core, crackling lightning through all my nerve endings, and swelling light and color behind my eyes.

I’m still thrashing and rocking and screaming when he rises and robs all my breath with the dark and sinful expression he wears. He flicks his eyes down. I track the path, lips parting, because—fuck me figuratively and literally—he’s holding the base of his thick beast of a shaft, his pants and boxers bunched at his knees.

No hesitation, he grips my hips, grinds against me, and hammers three rabid thrusts before his cock slams against my pussy.

I manage to grab him just in time for him to jerk, firing his release in a hot flood to splash and coat my outer lips and stream down my thighs. Deep groans vibrate in his chest and throat; Gage slaps both sides of the counter while he practically ruts against me, and I don’t think I’ve seen anything more beautifully and vulnerably masculine than him falling apart.

It unravels me.