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When the trembling finally eases, I help her off me.

Now we’re both kneeling, facing each other.

I wrap my hand around my cock, but before I can move, she places hers over mine, silently guiding the rhythm.

I lean closer, sliding my free hand between her legs. She parts them for me immediately.

The instant I push two fingers inside her, her head tips back and a loud moan spills from her lips—so loud that I’m convinced someone several floors away could hear it.

“Eyes on me, pixie,” I order.

She obeys without a word.

Her gaze locks onto mine.

Her hair is a beautiful mess, cascading around her like a curtain, framing the face I care about more than anything else.

I’m already close.

So I quicken the pace of my fingers, making sure the heel of my palm brushes her clit with every thrust.

When I add a third finger and brush that sensitive spot, her body folds into mine.

That’s all it takes.

“Open,” I tell her.

She lifts her head immediately, lips parted, tongue waiting, her eyes never leaving mine.

Holding that gaze—a silent promise passing between us—I finally let go on her tongue, over her mouth, spilling onto her tits.

She comes apart for the fourth time beneath my hand as her tongue catches every drop of my release. Satisfied, she licks her lips slowly.

And watching her, only one thought remains.

Every day, every month, every year I spent wanting her was worth it.

FOURTEEN

Selene

My head pounds so hard I can barely open my eyes. I feel like a train ran over me—several times, back and forth.

And beneath all that pain, there’s a deep, lingering satisfaction I’ve never experienced before.

I don’t know if I’m still dreaming, but my pussy is incredibly sore, my thighs ache, and even my jaw feels heavier than usual.

I want to sit up, to wake up properly, but something heavy keeps me pinned in place.

Wait.

Heavy?

Disoriented, I jolt upright and immediately find Zayn lying beside me.

His arm is draped over my waist, and I’m practically sprawled across his body.

Oh my God.