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ass pushed further into me at just a simple touch. I smirked, knowing that I was going to corrupt any more need to use the polite words she learned in our time apart.

She gasped as her hands grasped the bar above her even tighter, her moans leaking from her mouth as much as the wetness from between her legs. Pushing two fingers inside, she whined like it wasn’t enough until they climbed so deep inside her my signet ring rubbed exactly where she was most sensitive.

Brushing her hair away from her ear, I pressed my chest to her back with my fingers still buried between her legs. “Being polite doesn’t fix us, does it, baby?” She shuddered against my hand, starting to grind against it.

Her voice was strained, and her hands clutched onto the ladder as she tried to ride my fingers. “No, fuck being polite.”

Dirty words from an angel’s mouth had the ability to make me so hard it hurt.

I was out of breath just from stilling enough to hear her moans that tasted like honey every time I inhaled one. “That’s my girl. The world robbed us of a lot of things—politeness being one of them.”

Feeling her clench around my fingers, I knew she was gracefully coming undone. Tensing with her eyes clamped down and her moans so quiet I debated if they existed.

I planned to fuck her until I felt healed; until she was less graceful.

Unclasping her hand from the rung, I held her delicately, guiding her to spin around like a princess in a ball gown. Only instead of a ball gown, she was stitched together by an orgasm.

Her wetness was still lingering on my fingers and coating my ring with her E stamped on the top. Standing in front of me, her mouth collapsed open, and I knew exactly what she wanted—to taste herself.

Every movement and every expression went straight to my aching dick. Letting my fingers move past her lips, I watched them clamp down around my fingers and suck with so much skill I swore I could feel her mouth on me in other locations.

An unexpected groan pushed past my lips when I watched her drop down, sitting on the lowest rung of the ladder to admire me from a new angle. Brushing her hair out of the way, my hand smoothed down her black silky hair to the back of her head. Not pushing her mouth onto me the way I wanted but letting her tease me.

I deserved it: her rubbing in how much she’s mine now after all these years.

The gracefulness fell when her lips latched onto me, and I was buried in her mouth the same way my fingers were buried between her legs. My head wanted to drop back but I forced my eyes to stay trained on her hollow cheeks and lips turning even puffier with each inch of me she took in.

I was holding my breath again, stilling everything in me to focus on her.

“Evey, you’re going to have to stop unless you want this to end abruptly.” I tried to warn her but there was no stopping her. As long as some of me was always filling her she was happy.

Every orifice.

Every wound.

Her eyes fluttered open, looking through her thick lashes with her hands planted on my thighs, not stopping because I wanted her less graceful and that’s what I got. Eve couldn’t be told what to do—ever.

Tonguing my length, I watched her carefully lick all the way to my tip, swirling her togue around to lap up any pre-cum like it was candy. She was toying with me in ways that were hard to handle when my hand carefully pulled on her hair, forcing her head back and mouth off of me. “I can’t fuck you if you keep sucking like that. You want me to fuck you, don’t you, baby girl?”

I knew the answer before she could respond when she sat back on the ladder looking at me like she was for the taking.

She wasn’t for the taking; she was for the earning.

I leaned down enough to make eye contact before I pressed my lips to hers and felt her clamor to me, her legs desperately wrapping around mine and her arms threatening to choke me if I removed my lips from hers.

Scooping her up in my hands, I held her against me, stepping out of my pants all the way and pressing her back carefully against the bookshelves lining the walls.

We were going to fuck against other love stories like we were showing the greats how it was really done.

With her legs tightly around my waist, I closed my fist around myself, guiding myself to where she wanted me. We both exhaled heavily, trying to steady our pace before we even started so this didn’t end as quickly as every other time.

She was wetter than ever before, dripping down the inside of her own legs and coating me with every inch I pushed inside. Eve was wolfish and malnourished at the same time, begging for anything she could get of me.

The same way I was starved for her.

She felt so tight that every thrust of my hips pushing her further into the bookshelf felt like too close to coming.

Inside Eve you could forget Hell ever existed.

I felt her elbows dig into my shoulders, her nails claw at my already scared skin, and her legs barely letting me move between her moans.

She was coming more undone every second when some of the books got rocked lose enough to commit suicide, diving off the shelf to the rest of the evidence below us.

I had one hand on her ass keeping her against me, and one hand bracing a shelf. That spare hand was all I had to

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