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Lexi Howard is a force of nature.
And like gravity, he is helpless in her orbit.
But that’s aight with him; Fezco actually prefers things that way. Her way.
When she gazes at him like she is now, eyes sharp and glinting like steel as he kneels before her, this woman he’s collared his soul to seems half-angel, half-succubus.
Lexi commands worship and gives out torment in equal measure. Her will is his will. Fez is deeply one-minded. Has been his whole life, and it’s served him well. But it was never put to better use until he put himself at her disposal.
The floor is cold underneath his knees. He’ll have bruises tomorrow, ones Fezco will wear as proudly as the flourished calligraphy scrawls spelling out her name tattooed right over his heart. “Good boy.” One of Lexi’s fingers, nails sharp and painted blood-red by his steady hands earlier today, trails over his pulse, beating so hard in his throat that there’s no doubt she can feel it and feel how it belongs to her only.
He’s patient by nature, and Lexi’s trained him well. Fez waits. He’d wait as long as she wanted him to. His gaze stays on the floor, trained on the pretty black heels Lexi asked him (ordered him) to buy. Her words, her will.
Just a few minutes before, he’d buckled the straps around her delicate ankles.
She strokes the side of his beard, trimmed precisely as she likes it, before tipping his chin up and permitting him to look at her. Fuck. She’s a fever dream come true. Imperious and authoritative in a way that both makes Fezco half-hard in his neatly-pressed slacks and soothes out the snarls of his instinctively wary, guarded mind into blissed-out, happy obedience. There is literally nothing he’s wanted more in his entire fucking life than her.
Her lipstick matches the nail polish perfectly; Lexi wanted an exact color match, and he’d hunted one down just to please her. Her smile, beautiful and fond, was reward enough.
Lexi doesn’t need to say a thing for him to slant his head to the side and expose his neck to her; Fezco makes it a personal goal of his to know Lexi Howard so well he can anticipate what she wants before she does.
Her heels click on the floor as she walks away, just for a moment, returning with the beautiful strip of custom leather garnished with buckles that makes his heart skip and dick pulse every time Lexi pulls it out. “You’ll be on guard tonight for me, won’t you? My hound.”
Carefully, she slips the collar around his neck, securing it just short of biting into his skin. That’s not what Lexi wants tonight, so it’s not what he wants.
With the collar on, she cradles his face, fingers smoothing out the tension between his brows and then gently massaging his temple. Fezco can’t help the sigh he lets out or how he butts his head into her hand, silently asking for more of her affection. “Yes, ma’am.” Lexi’s always so good to him, so she obliges, running her fingers through his shorn hair.
“Make me proud.” When she bends down to kiss his cheek, leaving a lipstick mark bright against his freckles, he groans. Always, Fez promises her in his mind.
Lexi’s so perfect that he doesn’t understand what he’s done to merit her attention, love, and devotion. He don’t always feel like the good boy she says he is, not with the blood on his hands that has never entirely washed away. But Fezco must be doing something right because she finds him worthy and absolves all of his sins. “Heel.” Lexi doesn’t even finish her command before he’s up, crisp white dress shirt rustling as he stands.
Her dark, fathomless gaze looks at him and sees what he is at his core; hers.
It’s hard not to stare, but somehow, he manages it. Lexi asked him to lay her pretty clothes out earlier today, had him help her into the delicate black camisole that clings like a second skin to her body. When he’d knelt, face level with her lacy panties, to guide her into those tight little shorts, Fez almost broke the rules with how badly he needed to touch her, to taste her.
Lexi likes to test his restraint and his self-control. She knows how undeserving he feels that she loves him. Countless reassurances later, all of which Lexi happily gave him (and continues to do so), they’ve found that what helps him best is proving to himself that he can have this. Have her. Fezco wants to earn the right to love her.
Lexi had dangled herself in front of him, and he passed her test, his fingers not wandering even an inch as Fez buckled her harness around her smooth thighs, his need to be good overriding the desperation to slip between her legs and make her moan.
The finishing touch is the cuffs, decorative more than functional. Lexi’s writing herself all over him and in all the ways she possibly can. It brings his soul peace to wear her ownership so visibly.
It’s chilly tonight, colder than usual in Los Angeles. He tenderly wraps his fingers around her wrist, stroking the delicate veins there as he nods towards the coat rack. When she gives her permission, Fezco leaves her side and comes back with her coat, a sleek black number trimmed in soft fur. He helps her into it, heat curling through him as her tits bounce when she turns to face him.
There are many buttons, and he does them all up, one by one. The curve of her breasts against him is enough to send his hands trembling. He steps back when he’s done.
Together they go, though not before Lexi pauses to grab the matching leash. It gets tucked away nearly in her handbag alongside the gold case of her lipstick. Anticipation makes him dizzy, all common sense replaced by how much he needs her to possess him.
Lexi will never steer him wrong, and maybe by basking in her goodness, he too can become good.
After he opens the door of the Cadillac for her, she slips in gracefully.
Their destination for the night is a small dungeon in downtown Los Angeles tucked in the basement of a veterinary clinic. They don’t go out very often; parties are never his scene, to begin with, and Lexi only goes when the particular mood strikes her.
Tonight, though, is less an exercise in socializing than it is an extended scene. She wants to meet up with a friend or two, but Lexi’s priority is giving him the things he needs. That’s always her priority, giving and caring and loving him. He knows he can trust her to safeguard him.
What Fez needs tonight is to be allowed to safeguard her. To protect her. He wants to sink his teeth into any fucker who even dares to look at her, iron in the air and red all over his white shirt. Guarding the people he loves is not new to him, but defending his girl makes him feral in a way nothing else can. Lexi, the cleverest person he knows, engineered this whole occasion to provide such an opportunity for him.
They’ve been here before. It’s one of the few venues his girl doesn’t mind, and this party is run by a friend of theirs; Bobbi translated her high school stage manager menace easily into becoming Southern California’s premier kink event planner.
Not nearly as many creeps as the other dungeons and swingers nights. But no play party is free of them, and those are the unlucky assholes Lexi has decided to set him loose on tonight.
Just before they descend down into what might as well be the halls of Hades, him following her, she clips the leash into place, long nails sliding against the gold hardware. With it, Lexi clips him into his place at her back.
Some goth music shit he doesn’t fully get, but acknowledges is par for the course in this particular scene of people, thrums so loud the walls practically vibrate. She flashes their IDs and secures one of the two neon wristbands around his left wrist, just before the polished metal of the cuff. Her coat goes to the coat check currently manned by Ethan, one of their old high school friends who has bound himself to Bobbi, like Fez to Lexi.
Purple light bathes the main floor, various party goers' outfits of skimpy white lingerie or neon body stockings glowing like stars against the rest of the attendees in all black. They move and dance and moan, writhing shadows in the dark.
Lexi saunters forward, deliberate with every step so Fezco can match her stride. He positions himself so as to menace any onlooker so much as looking disrespectfully, standing straight and towering behind her.
The leash is slack; more than anything, it’s a symbol of her possession of him and a reminder to everyone else that she is the only one he gives control to. And if Lexi decides to set him loose, well. God help that poor fucker.
As far back as he can remember, which is really only up until a tire iron rearranged his frontal lobe, rage springs from him in spades like blood out of a wound. The duality gives even him whiplash. He’s calm and steady and careful, always so fucking careful. Until Fezco isn’t, and the urge to feel bones breaking beneath his hands and tearing someone limb from limb is so strong that he can’t do anything to stop it.
His brother probably gets that from him. Ashtray has channeled it into boxing, which is more socially acceptable.
Fez has given it to Lexi, for her to direct and shape and give meaning. And he trusts her more than anyone else. So if Lexi says it’s a righteous cause and gives him permission, he has no guilt or shame. She will never steer him wrong.
She stops to chat with Bobbi, the other woman dressed in gleaming silver like a ray of light. Fezco murmurs a genuine hello; Bobbi is someone on a very short list of people he’s willing to make small talk with.
But he’s got a task tonight, so Fez returns to his watch and tunes out their conversation (unless Lexi calls for him). Already the scum is descending. He doesn’t begrudge their attraction to his girl. She’s fine as fuck, as beautiful as an angel in one of those Renaissance paintings she likes, and as powerful as the Biblical angels who proclaim ‘be not afraid.’
He does despise that they think they’re worthy of her consideration, that these pathetic guys dare to look at her and think only about getting their dicks wet instead of seeing her as she is and devoting themselves to her. Fezco is self-aware enough to admit he’s also a little possessive of her love. He wants to be the only person Lexi sees an equal in. The only man she accepts devotion from.
A scrawny dude approaches them, eyes predatory and gaze disgustingly lascivious. Doesn’t he have any fucking shame? Before he can even get close enough to Lexi to speak to her, Fezco is on him, broad torso hiding her from view. “Back the fuck up.”
The stranger doesn’t move back, smirking as his hands go up in a mockery of pacifism. “Woah, calm down, bro. I’m just trying to talk to-“ Fez’s jaw tightens.
He enunciates each word. Just to be perfectly clear. Don’t want any miscommunications. Maybe his enjoyment in packing his tone full of razor blades and brutality makes him fucked up. But that don’t really matter to him, not when it’s in Lexi’s service. “I’m fucking aware. Back the fuck up, playa. Won’t say it again.”
“What are you, her little guard dog?”
Oh, this little shit really thinks he got Fez good, don’t he? The leash goes slack. Of course, she’s been observing the whole time, and now Lexi’s giving him the go-ahead. His girl is so good to him.
He closes in. The corrupted parts of his brain revel in how the stranger shies away. “And what about it? Lower your fuckin’ gaze.” His voice cracks through the air like a bullwhip.
After a prolonged stand-off, that motherfucker scurries off, prolly to go tattle like a little bitch to Ethan. Jokes on him; Bobbi has the final say, and there’s no doubt that she’ll enjoy blacklisting that snitch almost as much as Fez enjoyed frightening him off.
His blood runs hot at the victory. “Fezco,” Lexi murmurs. She never needs to use volume to replace natural authority; he can always hear her clearly, no matter what the fuck else is going on in the background. As the leash tightens, Fez follows it back to her.
Lexi is still a touch shorter than him in her heels. Her pupils are blown out, and she looks up at him like he’s something she wants to sink her nails into and never let go, as if he is precious and rare and everything she’s ever desired. He is all those things to her; Fezco knows that as truth. “You did so well. Let’s go home, hm?”
She tugs at his collar gently, and he bends down happily, meeting her mouth in a filthy, drawn-out kiss. Her teeth sink into his bottom lip as his beard brushes against her face. The bite unspools a moan from his chest, a low and desperate sound.
Lexi tastes like sin, and this is how he wants to die someday, with her love on his lips.
She pulls away reluctantly. Once they’re out of the dungeon and standing on the sidewalk in the cool night air, her coat in hand, Lexi unclips the leash. Before he’s even aware of it, she’s on him again, her nose bumping his in her haste to kiss him.
Fez lets his eyes flutter shut, and hands wrap around her waist, bringing her as close to him as she can get in public. This is luxurious, indulgent; her lipstick smears, her arms moving to twine around his neck. “I love you,” He murmurs against her mouth.
Lexi smiles. “I love you. You’re mine.” It’s a statement of fact, not a question. An objective truth.
But he wants her to know he thinks the same. “I’m yours, ma.”
The car ride back is silent, and Fezco drives carefully, one hand on the steering wheel and the other spanning her thigh. Lexi runs her fingers along the veins in his hand, tracing letters and shapes and swirls into his callouses.
In the quiet, she lights a fire in him with that single touch.
When Lexi undresses in their bedroom, she does so neatly, clothes folded to the side for later. The collar comes off next. Moonlight gleams off her bare skin as she moves to stand before him.
Fuuuck.
He doesn’t know where to look first. Just barely does Fezco avoid the rookie mistake of giving in and going to her. He wants-
Everything. Lexi shifts from one leg to another, purposefully drawing his focus to the lines of her thighs, her bare cunt, the flare of her hips. Her eyes, large and sweet, dart down to the floor in silent command. It doesn’t take anything more to make him kneel down, hands clenching in anticipation. Looking at her is enough to make his dick ache with want.
She sprawls herself out on the bed, legs crossed. It’s difficult to focus on what Lexi says next when his brain devotes itself to how her tits bounce when she sits back. “You protected me. You kept me safe. And I love you so much, you know that.” Her praise sparks a rush of dopamine in his brain. God himself couldn’t pull him away from her. Lexi reaches out to grasp his chin, thumb tracing the shape of his mouth. Her dark hair falls around him like a curtain, eyes lidded, and mouth still stained red like a painting.
He watches her watch him take her fingers into his mouth. She looks hypnotized as he runs his tongue gently along her thumb. Fezco truly doesn’t give a fuck what kind of simp this makes him, not when Lexi shudders at the sensation and bends down to kiss him again, hasty in her eagerness. She giggles at her own clumsiness and fuck. He loves her. He loves her so much.
Her touch burns as she traces his pulse. Lexi’s writing her name over his trachea; he recognizes that. She adds his last name. All the tension drains right out of him, pulled out by her care. “I do, ma’am.”
“Come.”
At her command, Fezco pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion before covering her body with his, his hands greedy as they tangle in her hair, cup her tits, blunt nails scraping down her back. Pure gasoline sparks through him, and he needs her to know she put it there. She’s set him loose. Fez takes full advantage of his new freedom to capture her bottom lip between his teeth, his head spinning from how Lexi kisses him back like she can’t get enough of his mouth against hers. He needs to worship her, in her bed, between her legs, against her mouth.
Lexi gasps a delighted sound as he nips at her jaw, frantically biting down against her throat. He takes care to leave marks. His beard rasping against her sensitive skin only increases her pleasure. The sight of deep red bruises blooming against her pale skin is sacrilegious; he’s never been harder. His hips grind against hers for some relief, but he doesn’t take that further. Not what he needs right now or what she wants.
The scent of her arousal fills his senses; salt and musk and pure sex. Lexi craves his savagery on her body as much as he begs for her permission to do so.
She scrapes her nails against the back of his neck; every gesture sinks her will into his skin, through his muscles, inscribing herself in the marrow of his bones.
He lathes his tongue along her sternum. Her tits are perfect. Actually, genuinely, perfect. Fezco can span one with his hand, the cold metal of his cuff sending a shiver through her. Oh, that won’t do. He replaces his hand with his mouth to burn away the cold. If he could have his way, Lexi Howard would spend the rest of her life protected and cherished by him, not even the tiniest bit of fuckery so much as touching her. Lexi knows she can’t grant him that last part, but she wants everything else.
Fez takes her nipple in his mouth, his eyes rolling back at how she rests her hand against the back of his neck like a collar and sighs for more. It’s all he needs to keep going, plucking at the hardening bud with his lips while he palms her other breast.
Lexi shifts underneath him with her head thrown back. She’s just so fucking lovely. Fucking majestic, even when debauched.
When her knee slides between his legs to nudge at his cock, heavy in his boxers, he rises to her silent task and begins to work his way down her body, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to her belly as he goes. The anticipation for what Fezco will be allowed to do to her pulls a fuckin’ Pavlovian response from him; his mouth waters, and he muffles a groan against the skin of her hip.
But he’s good, always so good for her. Fez will never be bad if he can help it.
So when she parts her thighs for him, her cunt glistening in the moonlight, salt and musk and sex overriding his brain in favor of his cock, he waits.
And waits.
He’s good, he’s good, he’s trying so fucking hard to be good, but she’s beautiful, he knows how sweet her pussy is, how badly he wants her to grind against his face and clench around his fingers, how he wants to make her cum as many times as she’ll let him-
Lexi takes pity on him and swings her leg over his shoulder, foot nudging against his shoulder blade. “Twice,” She says, as simple as if she were requesting the bedside lamp to be turned on. Not an orgasm more, for now, and Fez would literally rather shoot himself than give her less. For Lexi, he’s an overachiever at all times.
She keens, mouth open and cheeks red as he swipes his tongue through her folds, slowly teasing around her clit. Christ, Lexi tastes so good. Fez would be a happy man to spend every waking moment eating her out. She’s so wet, and her arousal coats his mouth while it runs down her thighs. He’ll smell like her.
When he finally decides to give her what she wants and trace her clit with his tongue, Lexi jumps in surprise, her foot digging into his back. The squelch of his mouth as he drags his tongue through her slit is pornographic. “Fez…” As his mouth wanders back to her clit, he slides two fingers into her wet heat, slowly stretching her out around him. She’s so fucking tight and hot and wet; he nearly comes in his pants when her muscles flutter around him.
His fingers clutch her hip tight enough to leave bruises, but she lets him. Her legs are starting to twitch around his head with each pass of his tongue over her swollen clit, matched by a thrust of his fingers deep inside her trembling flesh. “Fuck!” Lexi curses. He keeps working at her and working her up, sucking at the sensitive nub gently before taking the whole of her pretty cunt into his mouth.
Lexi’s always so loud when she fucks his mouth, fucks his fingers, and he adores that about her, among everything else to cherish in her. She’s panting now. Low moans spill from deep in her chest with every soft movement against her heated sex.
Her hips start jerking off the bed when he finds the hyper-sensitive spot he knows is inside her and begins to stroke it. She shudders, at once chasing the pleasure he’s mouthing against her clit and unable to lie still because he’s fucking his fingers into her pussy and she’s rapidly coming undone at the sensation. Fez smirks at her yelp when he tongues her swollen clit right as he presses his fingers firmly against that spot of spongey, delicate flesh. “Come on, you’re so good, you’re so good to me, I promise, make me-“ He groans into her when the praise registers in his Lexi-drunk mind.
Fez can’t get enough of how she tastes, how soft her skin is, how beautifully she twitches around his fingers. He reluctantly releases his grip on her thigh to brace his arm against her hips, holding her still while he tongues her dripping slit so he can thrust his fingers faster. Lexi needs him to do this for her so she can edge closer to her orgasm and let go. Once he does, the sounds she makes are high-pitched whines, fading into silence before immediately followed by another.
Her back arches, and holy shit, she’s coming. Fez has never seen anything more divine in his life. Lexi’s moaning, steadily holding his gaze while their pretty sheets rumple in her fists. Her body shivers as she comes. Her pussy spasms around his fingers, and the thought of her coming around his cock like this is almost too much to bear. He works her through it, mouthing at her oversensitive clit until she goes boneless beneath him. Slowly, he halts the movement of his fingers, withdrawing them from her to lick the slick of her arousal off his hand. Her skin is covered in a faint sheen of sweat, and her wetness covers the inside of her thighs.
When Lexi’s finally recovered her breath, she sits up and urgently tugs him on top of her so she can taste herself all over his lips, in his beard, on his tongue. “Good boy.” His hands are trembling as he grasps her waist. She kisses him, and he’s lost in their closeness, stripped back and made vulnerable in her arms, but that’s okay, she’s got him, Lexi is kissing him and she loves him, he’s hers and she’ll never let go, she earns his trust and submission and love as much as he earns her protection and attention and love.
She pulls away, and in his eagerness, he chases her lips back. Fezco stops to tip his forehead against hers. Her eyes are the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen, and he tells her that. There are ribbons of gold swirling around her large, blown-out pupils in the warm brown of her irises. “Lexi…” Fuck, he needs to be inside of her so fucking badly. Just a little of anything to relieve the pressure.
For a second there, shame overrides his desire. He’s being selfish, and he has no right to do so. But Lexi is an angel, the only one to ever forgive him and lead him from his sins, and she forgives him now while tugging at the buckle of his belt. “Shhhh, I know. I know, my hound. Once more, remember? You’ve been so, so good. I’m so lucky to have you. Take those off and get on the bed. Please.” Her voice is sweet
It’s a command, phrased as a request, and he leaps to obey.
His pants come off carelessly, and he gets his underwear off with them in one go. Efficiency is what matters right now. The cuffs drop somewhere under the bed; he’ll get them later. Once Fez is free, he climbs onto the bed and is met with her mouth on his, fervent and longing. Lexi lays back with her hair fanning out around her like a halo. She makes the loveliest image he’s ever seen; hickeys and bite marks draping across her chest, a brilliant, proud smile on her face, her pussy dripping wet.
He fumbles with his dick, rock hard with pre-cum beading at the tip, pumping once, then twice. Honestly, he doesn’t need to, not with lust like molten gold in his veins and the taste of her still blooming heady on his tongue, but the contact takes the edge off so he can focus on her.
Fezco pulls her hips towards his so she’s in the position she likes, where he can fuck her at the best angle to make her scream. But Lexi hasn’t given him the go-ahead, and even though his instincts are screaming at him to push in, he waits.
One heartbeat, then another. Her nails trace down his chest and abs, barely avoiding his groin. Lexi slots her body under his, legs against the sides of his hips. This is a test, and he will pass it. He will. For her.
“Go.”
Fuck. He sinks in slowly, letting her adjust to the shape of him inside of her. Lexi feels so tight around him that he knows he won’t be able to last. It’s like he’s making room inside of her for himself, making her his. His moan echoes off the walls, loud and wanton when he bottoms out. Lexi sighs, a small, choked sound of pleasure, her cunt clenching down when he grinds his hips against hers.
The slick heat of her fluttering around him wipes away any ability to think or control himself, and she urges him on with a little nudge of her thigh.
He pulls out almost all the way, just his tip resting inside, then thrusts back in. Each movement elicits a whine from her that only urges him on more. Fez fucks her slowly, steadily, her pussy gripping him with each thrust as if she’s trying to keep him there, her body desperate for him to fill her up. “Oh my god, Lexi-” She cuts him off with a kiss, wantonly moaning into his mouth.
The sound sets off something in him because he speeds up, driving himself into her faster and faster as he chases the searing pleasure of her cunt tightening up around him. Lexi’s writhing beneath him, meeting every thrust with her hips and carving up his back with her fingers. Fezco pulls back to watch how her folds swallow his dick whole with each thrust, and it’s fucking obscene. “Fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good, so tight, fuck, I love-” Lexi arches off the bed, and her mouth hangs open as she cries out, his words enough to make her clench down.
Heaven is sinking in Lexi Howard’s pussy; he’s sure of it. He nudges one of her thighs up a little and fuck- His dick notches against her tender spot now when he sinks himself back in. Fezco watches her shriek, and her pretty eyes roll back in her head when he slows down to grind his dick deeper, her muscles fluttering. He braces himself against the bed to bite into the crook of her neck. Desire is bright lightning in his spine, and he pours it into her.
Fez is drunk on the sensation of her. He’d happily give up his life for the sheer fuckin’ ecstasy of being inside her and being a part of her. Lexi has left herself in his heart, his soul. She honors him by opening up and letting him leave parts of himself with her. There will be no one after her, and there was no one who could even compare before. He likes to think he was always hers, even before they knew each other.
She urges him into a brutal pace, chasing her own orgasm. His cock throbs as he pounds into her. Being inside of her is more than coming home- it’s her love patching up his broken pieces and reminding him what it is to live, what it means to exist. And he exists for Lexi alone.
The slick slide of her cunt is addictive and overpowering. Fez won’t last much longer, not with how her pussy starts seizing up around him. He’s edging closer and closer to coming; his body is so close he can practically fuckin’ taste it. The bounce of her tits and flutter of her eyelashes would convert the greatest skeptic. Lexi could bring the world to its knees, yet she only wants him. All the proof Fezco needs that God exists is in her and how she loves him. Lexi’s delirious with pleasure. Her eyes can barely stay open and she’s moaning panting screaming-
He knows her cries like he knows his own heartbeat, for she’s absolving him, making him whole and good again, and he wants her to break him apart so they can be rebuilt in each other.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Lexi chants when he thumbs her swollen clit. Her pussy starts twitching with each brush of his fingers, and it’s so good, she’s so good to him. Fezco can’t even form coherent thoughts, only able to tease her sensitive nub as the pleasure builds within him. His hips stutter as he thrusts into her unevenly. She needs to- He needs to make her-
Fez comes when she does, her cunt spasming around his dick so tightly that he can barely breathe. His vision whites out as Lexi’s spine goes taught, and her body unravels as she lets go. She’s ruining him. He can’t hide or shy away from this brutal riptide of pleasure pulling him straight into her. Fuck; the relief when he spills himself inside her quivering heat forces from him a deep, feral groan. It goes on forever; there is an eternity between them. He stops moving when the overstimulation of her muscles milking him, with Lexi hyper-sensitive and weakly moaning beneath him, drains all his strength from him.
Fezco pulls out of her, their combined cum spilling out from her cunt and covering his cock. He’s practically gone and entirely unable to so much as function. But Lexi’s got him; she guides him down to curl up at her side. Her hands trail up his spine soothingly, one hand wiping the sweat from his brow. She kisses him sweetly. There’s innocence in the tender gesture. Fez blocks out the rest of the world by nudging into the crook of her neck. The universe could be collapsing around them, and he wouldn’t know or care, not when Lexi holds him in her arms. She takes care of him with gentle, murmured nothings and butterfly kisses scattered along his freckles that she loves so much. “I love you, Fezco. I love you so much. You mean everything to me. I adore you. You made me feel so good. You protected me. I’m so lucky to have you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”