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He cups my face gently, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. "Tell me what you need, Sadie."

I take a deep breath, gathering my courage. This is it—the moment I let go of all my past hesitations, all the expectations I've been carrying. "I need you. All of you. Tonight."

A low growl escapes him, his eyes darkening with desire.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice rough. "There's no rush, sweetheart. We have all the time in the world."

I shake my head, pressing closer to him. "I'm sure. I've never been more certain of anything in my life."

Vincent's response is a deep, claiming kiss that leaves me breathless. When he pulls away, the intensity in his gaze makes me shiver with anticipation.

"Then let me show you how much I want you," he murmurs, leading me towards the bedroom.

There's no hesitation left in me, no doubt. I know where I belong now. With him.

His hands find my waist, pulling me flush against him. I can feel how much he wants me, his erection hard and insistent against my stomach. My heart races, and I can feel the heat building low in my belly.

"Matthew said something," Vincent murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. "About you never being with anyone before. Is that true?"

I nod, a flush creeping up my neck. "I was always trying to be the 'good girl.' Doing what was expected of me."

Vincent's smile is slow, dangerous.

"You look exactly like a good girl to me." His hand slides up to cup my face, thumb tracing my bottom lip. "My good girl."

When he kisses me again, it's deep and claiming, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that makes me whimper. I press closer, needing to feel every inch of him.

His hands roam my body, tracing the curves I used to be so self-conscious about. But under his touch, I feel beautiful. Desired. His fingers find the hem of my shirt, and I raise my arms, letting him pull it off.

"Christ, you're gorgeous," he breathes, taking in the sight of me in just my bra. His hands span my waist, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. "I want to taste every inch of you."

I tug at his shirt in response, and he helps me remove it.

The sight of his broad chest, dusted with dark hair, makes my mouth go dry. I trace the scars on his ribs, reminders of the accident that nearly took him from me before we even met.

Vincent guides me backward until my legs hit the bed. He lays me down gently, covering my body with his, and the weight of him feels right.

Safe.

His kisses grow more urgent, trailing fire down my neck, across my collarbone.

"Vincent," I gasp as his hand cups my breast, thumb circling my nipple through the lace of my bra. "Please."

He unhooks my bra with practiced ease, tossing it aside. When his mouth closes around my nipple, I arch into him, a moan escaping my lips. His beard scratches deliciously against my sensitive skin as he lavishes attention on my breasts, alternating between gentle sucks and playful nips.

My hands fumble with his belt, desperate to feel more of him. He helps me, shucking off his jeans and boxers smoothly. When I wrap my hand around his cock, hot and hard, he groans against my skin.

"Fuck, Sadie," he breathes, his voice strained.

He slides down my body, kissing a trail over my stomach, my hips.

When he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties, he looks up at me, asking permission. I lift my hips in response, and he slowly pulls them off, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of me fully naked.

The first touch of his tongue against my pussy has me gasping, hands fisting in the sheets.

He takes his time, exploring, learning what makes me writhe and moan. His tongue circles my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure, while his fingers tease my entrance.

Vincent's tongue works magic against my clit, alternating between broad strokes and focused circles. His fingers pump slowly in and out of me, curling to hit a spot that makes my toes curl. I'm lost in sensation, my hips moving of their own accord, chasing more of his touch.