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“I’ll let you sleep. Don’t worry about rolling out of bed.” I wrap my arm over her, making sure she feels safe, that she can’t get away. Same, same, I convince myself.

“Mmm-kay,” she mutters then snuggles back into me, her ass almost inviting sex.

Her body heat and scent are enough to stir my cock.

I can wait.

Until morning.

She smooths her hand along my forearm, wriggles that ass again. I resist nibbling her neck, forming my hand around her breast, knowing it will lead to more. Then I wait, patiently, for her breathing to slow and become the rhythm of sleep. I close my eyes, and sigh. I am content. All I have to do, tomorrow, is convince her the world will survive if we stay away from this coming war.

That is all. Nothing much.

If only she weren’t so stubborn.

*Like us?*

I snort softly.Yeah. Like us.

Chapter 32

Wyntre

I gasp awake to a cock sliding stealthily inside my pussy, pushing apart my walls, tunnelling in then pumping slowly back and forth. His arm is wrapped over my breasts, holding me to him. The room and my panting breathing come into focus. I’m aching for more, my pussy swollen and slippery. My clit is already throbbing.

Rorsyd is in bed with me, at last. He’s in me, at last. It’s an awesome way to welcome the morning. I fumble and find his hip, my fingers gliding on his heated skin.

With each thrust, I can feel myself getting wetter, the push of him inside me becoming easier, and I whimper even as his hand moves to my mouth where he also inserts a finger.

His cock pulses.

Greedily I open wide and gasp around that finger as he plunges halfway in and over my tongue. His knuckle sits at my lips. I suck on it, moaning throatily as he whispers dirty promises to my ear and begins to spear in, harder, deeper. The length of him feels endless.

“You’re relaxed, like this,” he murmurs, fucking himself into me again. “You feel so good.”

He shifts his hand down me, skimming my belly until he palms my pussy, fingers arranging, moving between my legs, massaging.

I shut my eyes, pressing my ass at him, folding my legs forward to give him access. I devote myself to the rhythm, grunting, moaning quietly, listening to the obvious sounds of my arousal as it lubricates the path of his cock.

“I’m in deeper than ever. Feel that.” He rams in, and his balls squash against my ass. He grinds himself into me, pulls out, then jams himself in again. Now he’s the one groaning.

Rorsyd withdraws and flips me onto my stomach, spreads my legs, reinserts himself, pistoning in and out while making the bed squeak and jump.

With my face turned to the side, half-buried in my pillow, I’m squeaking too. The sounds he is forcing me to make.

I love how he turns me on. Don’t care if I don’t come this time.

He unleashes a barrage of hard, unyielding thrusts, an assault that drives me into the bed, rubbing my needy clit on the sheets as I’m bounced about on the creaky bed.

With a final curse, he drives in and impales me, stays there with his hand pressed to the small of my back as he stiffens and comes.

I’m about to roll over and invite him into my arms when he drags me off the bed and takes me to the window where he holds me to the wall beside the window. After one sultry, full-mouthed kiss, he goes to his knees and wraps hands about my thighs then places his mouth squarely over my clit.

I make a weird noise, put my hand on his head and grasp his hair—shocked and overcome in a second at that contact, at the sight of him down there, pleasuring me.

He enters me with two fingers while he keeps licking and sucking. I’m mostly naked, my black bandeau rolled below my breasts. Open-mouthed, I watch him, working on me…for maybe five heartbeats before I groan and bump the back of my head into the wall.

With his come dripping from me, he eats me out, his tongue and mouth doing exquisitely filthy magic. The connection we have, the soulmate thing, it makes his touch there like lightning, incredible, spine-rippling lightning.

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