Chapter Fifty-Eight

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Peter's breath washed over my heated skin, the changing sensations between each inhalation sweet torture.

"Now."

Without hesitation, he leaned forward, taking me into the wet heat of his mouth, swallowing deep until his lips brushed my fingers.

I tangled my hand in his silky hair.

Resisting the urge to let my head fall back, I savored every nuance of emotion that played out on his face.

A deep flush stained his cheekbones, saliva glistening on his lips, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.

And when I succumbed, blowing my load deep into his throat, he swallowed every drop.