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Every wound.

Every scar.

I would destroy them all.

SEVENTEEN

The sensation of a slow-rolling ecstasy pulsing through me, an unbearable heat that was spreading like fire, and the pressure of something inside me dragged me from sleep.

My fingers were buried in my pussy and my entire body was an inferno of need. My clit throbbed under my palm, every hard press sending overwhelming jolts of pleasure through my system.

“Fuck,” I rasped, turning my face into the pillow.

No, it wasn’t a pillow. It was an arm.

I cracked my eyes open and saw a massive arm dusted with light blond hair. My other hand was wrapped around the wrist of that arm, soft black satin brushing against my skin.

My mind was a foggy mess, and the smell of my own arousal was thick in the air.

As quietly and slowly as I could, I dragged the hem of my shirt up above my belly button. A quiet moan slipped past my lips when I moved my fingers slowly, in and out. I bit down harder, then, knowing I honestly wouldn’t be able to keep myself quiet, turned my face into Court’s arm.

His hard length was hot against my ass. I arched my back and angled my hips slightly, until I could feel the head of his cock touching me through our clothes.

Oh, fuck me.

He was plastered to my back, curled entirely around me. His hand lay flat against my chest, right over my heart, holding me tightly to him. I could feel his heartbeat against my back, his breath feathering lightly along the nape of my neck, and never in my life had I felt like this.

So damn needy.

I pushed into my palm, trying so hard to stay quiet that I wasn’t even breathing. Bursts of heat pulsed through my body, my nerve-endings on fire as I fucked myself with my fingers⁠—

“I can help you with that,” said a low, silky voice tinged with humor.

A shiver ran down my spine, and I got even wetter.

Just from the sound of his voice.

“I—” My voice was a croak as my face heated, but not from embarrassment. Excited anticipation thrummed in my chest, and I felt no shame at all that I’d been doing this right beside him. God, I was fucked up.

“Yeah? You what?” He nibbled along my neck, stopping to suck at the juncture of my shoulder.

I bucked against him, a surprised sound ripped from me. Because that felt so fucking good. Every time he bit and sucked me like that, as hard as that, it was like he was sucking on my clit.

“I have to g-go,” I breathed, not able to move a centimeter.

His low chuckle raised goosebumps on my arms. “No, you should finish what you started.”

The hand he had over my heart swept down my stomach. I jolted when he slid it over mine—the one with two fingers currently inside my pussy.

“Let me help you,” he murmured, that deep voice sending white-hot shocks of need straight to my core. He curved his hand over mine, easing one long finger inside me, pressing against my own. He held me so firmly that I couldn’t move my hand. His hard length thickened against my ass, and when he groaned, it vibrated through my body.

“Keep going,” he urged, retracting his finger from inside me mind-numbingly slowly. The obscene sound of him re-entering me pulled a moan from his chest. “Fuck.” His voice was throaty, raw, and when he spoke again, it had gotten even hoarser. “You really need my help, don’t you? My fingers are a lot longer than yours. They can reach all the places you can’t. Tell me you need me.”

The desperation in his voice only made me wetter, but I couldn’t tell him anything because my tongue was plastered to the roof of my mouth and all my focus was on that single finger he kept fucking me with.

He shifted his hand until he had two fingers inside me and my eyes rolled back.

“Tell me you need me, Whitney.” He stopped moving, putting pressure on my hand so I couldn’t move, either. He bit down on the shell of my ear, the pain sending a sharp jolt of electric heat right to my core. “Hurry up. Tell me how much you need me.”