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head dipped between her legs, put her thighs on his shoulders and ordered, “Watch me.”
    Oh, God, oh God . . . he licked her cleft, his gaze daring her to look away. She didn’t, couldn’t. He was in total control, something she’d never thought she’d want in any way, shape or form.
    She wanted. He licked her slowly, maddeningly so. Grabbed her hips and stopped her when she tried to get him to increase the pressure. But he was intent on torturing her, his blue eyes grabbing hold of her, the orgasm building so slowly in her womb that she swore she couldn’t take it.
    “Gunner . . . please . . .”
    She could tell he was smiling, and then he plunged his tongue into her, burying himself in her sex. He tongued her sex, stopping to press her clit hard. She nearly jumped off the bed, clutched the air and then fisted her hands as she tugged at the binding around her wrists.
    He wasn’t stopping. Held her hips, buried his mouth against her sex and took her more thoroughly than any man ever had.
    Her body arched, skin goose-bumped as she tried to make the sensations last. But her belly tightened, her womb constricting, and the orgasm hit her like a freight train. She didn’t break his gaze as she climaxed against his mouth, and he didn’t stop licking her, even when she grew too sensitive and tried to pull away.
    She was climbing toward another orgasm. She stopped resisting, let her body do what it wanted to. Its natural inclination was to climax again, far more quickly than she’d ever thought possible. He played with her nipples as he continued to pleasure her, his tongue deep in her, his fingers alternately flicking and squeezing the sensitive peaks. She watched the pink nipples roll in his tanned fingers, his hands so big they covered her breasts . . . his eyes watching her from between her legs as he gently brought her down from the second orgasm that made her cry out his name in a frantic chant.
    “Taste so freakin’ sweet, Avery . . . knew you would,” he murmured against her neck as he entered her. “Could stay between your legs all damned night, just tasting you.”
    Gunner kissed his way up her rib cage, tracing the ink with his tongue. Marking her again.
    Every kiss was a good-bye. She was helpless to pull away. Because if this was all she’d ever have of him, she wouldn’t regret it.
    She didn’t ask him why he didn’t just stay away, why he was making this harder on both of them. She’d regret the words instantly and they’d change nothing.
    All she could do was offer herself to him, drag him back to her reality, one kiss at a time. And then, he began shedding his clothes, and she watched intently. She’d seen Gunner strip down when they were prepping for the battle against his father.
    But having him in bed, where she could take time to explore his ink was a whole different matter. She noted that he was only partially tattooed on his chest, but his back didn’t seem to have any skin untouched. He’d also started a piece on his right hip that wrapped around his thigh. Intricate symbols in grayscale.
    She wanted to ask the hows and whys behind each tattoo. Instead, she planned on making it her mission to touch or kiss all of them when he freed her hands.
    I’m going to make you remember me forever.
    He rolled on the condom quickly. Her thighs remained spread and they were already trembling, but she wanted this, wanted him so badly she didn’t care. Wanted to make him come as hard as she had, and would again if the tightening in her womb was any indication.
    His cock was big, pierced with a bar that went through the head of it. “How’s that going to feel?” she asked.
    “You tell me.” His fingers and tongue had already made her slick and open for him. He eased himself inside her, his girth making her gasp. But although he went slow, he never stopped sliding forward, filling her. Making her squirm against him.
    “You like that?” he asked.
    “Yes.”
    He moved his hips and