“Good. Take these off.” He pats my outer thigh to make me lift my hips so that he can slide my leggings off, taking my panties off along with them so I’m left fully exposed to him. He locks eyes with me to make sure I’m watching before his gaze travels down every inch of my body, scorching my skin in his wake. My spine shudders under his assessment. I want him to burn me until I’m nothing left but embers.

When he reaches my center, he licks his lips like he’s just seen a dessert buffet. I open my legs a little more so he knows that the all-you-can-eat buffet is open for business.

“I’ve missed you.”

“Show me.”

“You know what happens next, right?”

I chuckle. “I mean, I thought this was the part where you reintroduce your dick to my pussy, but if something else is about to happen, by all means do tell.”

He wipes his hand against his beard. “You’re funny. No, love, what happens next is I’m going to destroy you. I’ve craved you for years, and you’ve denied me for too long, so I’m not going easy on you. I’m going to completely wreck your body until only I can piece you back together.”

Shit.

There are no more words to be said. He slides me down to the edge of the treatment table, picks my legs up to hold them spread open in the air, and begins his feast.

His tongue invades my folds, lapping at the wetness he’s already caused. The muscles in my stomach constrict, and my head falls back in ecstasy. His tongue game is next-level. He knows exactly when to be gentle and when to be punishing, which brings a moment of irrational sadness to the forefront of my brain. He’s no longer the inexperienced young man that was dedicated to finding what pleased us both but a grown-ass man who’s learned with and from women who weren’t me. It shouldn’t bother me. I’ve slept with my fair share of men since leaving him, but fuck if I’m not jealous as all hell.

A sharp sting hits me, and it takes me a moment to realize that he just slapped my pussy. And I liked it.

“I don’t know where you went just now but stay right here, Olivia. I’m not playing with you.” I grab hold of my legs to keep them steady because they’re already shaking. I’m not going to survive this man. He’s my addiction and I do not want to be saved. No, I need to drink every last drop. With my legs where he wants them, he pumps two fingers inside of me, and I start riding them shamelessly. “Eyes on me,” he commands.