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His grip tightened in my hair, but he didn't force the pace; he let me take more at my own rhythm, letting me show him just how desperately I wanted this again, how much I'd fantasized about it during those long, boring meetings when I'd catch him staring.
I took him deeper, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked harder, swirling my tongue along the sensitive underside in tight, insistent circles that I knew drove alphas mad. His thighs trembled under my palms, and his breathing turned ragged and uneven, like he was unraveling right before me.
"Look at me," he ordered, voice hoarse. I obeyed instantly, my eyes watering from the stretch and depth, tears blurring my vision but never breaking contact. He needed to see it, the submission in my gaze, the raw hunger burning there, the undeniable truth that I was on my knees for him and only him, no one else could ever make me feel that way.
