Dane's POV
Her lips sealed around my cock, hot and wet, and my head snapped back with a strangled groan. Every nerve in my body ignited like fire, the ache in my chest colliding with the intoxicating pleasure flooding me. My fists knotted in the sheets, holding so tight I thought they'd tear, but I couldn't pull away—not when her mouth moved over me like that. Slow at first, then faster, hungrier, as if she wanted to erase every doubt, every question, with the way she worshipped me.
"Hailee…" I rasped, my voice breaking on her name. My hand found the back of her head, fingers tangling in her damp hair, not forcing her but holding on like she was the only thing keeping me from shattering completely.
