Her hands went to his belt, slow, steady.“You are right now.”
There was no frenzy between them, just heat laced with memory. The way she undid his buckle wasn’t rushed; it was reverent. As if she’d waited long enough and wasn’t about to waste a second.
He let her work, watching her with a dark gaze that always made her knees weak.
“You gonna be good for me tonight, Diamond?”he asked, voice gravely and promised sin.
She looked up at him, wicked and unrepentant.“Never.”
Sayer chuckled, low and dangerous.“Didn’t think so.”
She freed him from his jeans, her hand curling around him with the kind of confidence that only came from knowing every inch of him. He groaned; eyes fluttering shut for a beat as her thumb swept over the tip.
“Fuck, I missed this mouth,”he muttered, tugging gently on her hair, guiding her closer.
Diamond kissed his hip instead, then the crease where muscle met skin, slow and torturous.“You’re not the only one who’s been starving,”she murmured against his skin, then took him into her mouth, slow and deep.
His hips jerked instinctively, hand tightening in her hair.“Goddamn, Diamond…”
She worked him with perfect rhythm—no hesitation, no shame. She knew exactly how to unravel him. And she wanted to. Because this wasn’t about taking control. This was aboutremindinghim who she was, whotheywere.
When he pulled her off him with a rough groan, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes gleaming.“Don’t stop me unless you’re ready to finish in my mouth.”
Sayer’s jaw clenched.“Not tonight.”He grabbed her wrists and yanked her up, flipping her onto her back in one fluid motion.“Tonight, I’m inside you when I come.”
She laughed, breathless, legs already parting for him.“Then what the fuck are you waiting for?”
He didn’t need more encouragement. He dragged her jeans from her legs while she pulled her shirt over her head. She lay there in a pair of pale pink cotton briefs.Sexy.
His mouth found her neck, then her chest, teeth grazing sensitive skin as he pushed her thighs apart and slid two fingers through her heat.“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked.”
“Yeah, well,”she panted, arching into his touch,“maybe don’t wait so long next time.”
Sayer pressed his forehead to hers as he lined himself up.“Say you missed me.”
“I didn’t.”She licked her lips.“I ached for you.”
That broke him.
He thrust into her, slow but deep, dragging a broken sound from her throat. Her nails raked down his back as he set the rhythm, each stroke building pressure, tension, fire.
They didn’t need to talk anymore. Their bodies did the speaking—grinding, gasping, chasing release like it was the only truth they had left.
And when she came shaking, breathless, his name a curse and a prayer—he followed with a growl and a kiss that tasted like sin and salvation all at once.
She lay beneath him, breath shallow, skin flushed, hair a wild halo across the pillows. Sayer stayed above her, still inside her, both caught in the lingering haze of it. His forehead pressed gently to hers, their chests moving in sync.
Neither of them spoke for a moment.
Then she exhaled a slow laugh, fingers lazily tracing the line of his spine.He smiled against her cheek; the sound rumbling low in his chest.“You bite when you’re about to come.”
“I do not.”
“You do,”he murmured, kissing the fresh mark on his shoulder.“Right here. I’ll have your teeth in my skin for days.”
“Good. Maybe next time you’ll learn to hurry up.”
He pulled back just enough to look down at her—messy, smug, still gorgeous.“You say that like you didn’t beg for it.”
