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all, even as it chills me.
    “I want to fuck you,” I tell her, and my voice is hoarse, needy, as desperate as it’s ever been. “I need to come. I need—”
    She leans back again. Runs her tongue over her lips. Licks the pre-cum leaking from me with the tip of her tongue. “I want you to come,” she whispers, licking her lips once, twice, before leaning forward to run her mouth over me once again.
    This time she licks over my balls, strokes a spot right behind them that has my eyes crossing and my knees going weak. And then she’s telling me to come, her voice low and breathless as she pulls me deep into her mouth.
    It’s too much—her mouth on my cock, her body pressed against my legs, her words in my head as the tables turn abruptly. I try to pull away, try to regain control—and the upper hand—but it’s too late. Aria has me down her throat, her tongue stroking the underside of my cock even as she sucks until control is a distant memory.
    And then she hums one final time and the ensuing vibrations send me right over the edge of a very high, very jagged cliff. With a shout that is half-curse, half-prayer, I give myself over to Aria—and to the most amazing orgasm of my life—as I empty myself down her throat in long, pulsing jets.

Chapter Five
Aria
    Sebastian slumps forward, rests his head on the wall behind me. For long seconds, the only sound in the room is that of his ragged breathing as he sucks in air through his open mouth. He’s still shaking a little, his body trembling with aftershocks, and I turn my head, rest my cheek against his thigh so I can feel them better. And so that I can kiss him, softly, bring him down the same way he did to me.
    This is the first time that I’ve seen him vulnerable when we’ve had sex. The first time I feel like I’ve opened him up the way he so easily does me. Though I enjoy being tied up, I wish my hands were free right now. I’d love to be able to hold him, to stroke and touch and pet him the way he does to me.
    The way I so desperately think he needs right now.
    I settle for brushing soft kisses against his thighs, his stomach. His cock.
    After a minute, his hand comes to rest on my head, his fingers burrowing through my hair. It feels nice, this whole thing feels nice despite the fact that my body is still totally hyped up with the need to come.
    But my brain is still ringing with everything he told me earlier, about Dylan and his father and Nico Valducci. Nico Valducci. There’s a name I never thought I’d have to hear again.
    Just the thought of him turns my stomach, cools the need still jangling along my nerve endings. At least until Sebastian’s fingers tighten in my hair and yank my head up and back.
    He doesn’t say anything, just stares at me out of eyes that are such a dark forest green that they look almost black.
    “Sebastian?” I ask, watching his eyes widen at how hoarse I sound. I’m not sure what he expects when he just spent the last twenty minutes giving my tonsils a hell of a polishing. “Are you okay?”
    He doesn’t answer, just pulls me against his chest. I go—of course I go—partly because I want to and partly because my hands are still tied behind my back and I can’t do anything else.
    He kisses me then, fast and hard and frantic. Lips and teeth and tongue meeting, stroking, melding with mine. Delving deep inside my mouth, sliding over my cheek, my tongue, the roof of my mouth. Like he wants to explore—wants to claim—every single part of me.
    With any other guy I’d be running for the hills right now, but with Sebastian it feels right.
    Feels right to let him claim me.
    Feels right to let him touch me, taste me,
take
me any way that he wants to.
    Already, that sweet lassitude is creeping over me, pulling at me until it’s hard to think. Hard to choose. Hard to do anything but accept what Sebastian wants to give me.
    I fought it earlier when I was on my knees because I wanted to give him as much pleasure as I could. I