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“Bryn,” he sighed, kissing me slow and sweet. “You’re amazing.”

I deepened the kiss, adjusting myself in his lap so I was straddling him. He moaned gently against my mouth, his grip tightening on my waist. I pushed his shirt over his head, and my hands took their time exploring every inch of his chest and back. His muscles were hard beneath my palms, his skin smooth but for the faint ridges of his scars.

“Bryn,” he sighed again, sliding his hands under my shirt to caress my back.

I let him take off my shirt, then reached down to his pants, slipping my hand under the waistband. He let out a purring growl as I stroked his growing erection. I loved his girth in my hand, the warmth of it. I wanted it inside me, but I also wanted to taste him. I slid down to my knees in front of him as he watched me with eyes that had turned almost black with desire.

I ran my tongue up from the base of his cock to the tip, then back down. He held his lower lip between teeth that had grown slightly sharp si