I sag forward, but Phoenix grips my waist with his free hand, tugging me back against him. His voice is jagged gravel abrading my insides. “That’s what it feels like.” Those long fingers seesaw inside me one last time, gathering the remnants of my orgasm before his hand slips out of my pants. My blood quickens when he paints my lips with my wetness. “Open.” When I do, he shoves his fingers inside, making me taste myself. I can’t see him because my eyes haven’t adjusted to the darkness surrounding us yet, but I feel him because he spins me around. “Give me some of that.” Grabbing my jaw,
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