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“Fuck, Caly. I would die for you all over again if it meant I got to watch you in this moment,” he groaned breathily as his hand moved to his hardness.

A moan escaped my mouth as I watched his eyes drag over me—harsh eyes filled with such intense affection and desire.

I began to move my hips to the rhythm of my fingers.

“I want you to press your two fingers as deep inside of that needy, little pussy as they will go. I wonder how hard you’ll come for me knowing you lay beneath me, a smoke curl away from death. Rub yourself in a circle with your thumb,” he stated, a deep, raspy breath escaping his cocky grin.

I didn’t need another nudge. I pushed into myself, letting out a silent cry as I thrust my hips up, wishing it were him. He was so close to touching me.

Like a viper, a coil of smoke snapped out and tightened around my throat, causing me to falter and gasp, tightening my stomach.

“Do notcome until I tell you to,” he whispered before loosening the smoke from around my throat but not letting it off completely.

The blood and panic seemed to rush from my neck straight down to my clit. I had barely touched myself and I was already on the edge of an orgasm from the intense sensations.

“Oh fuck, Mendax,” I moaned, feeling all the tension coil in my lower stomach while I resumed fucking myself in front of his hungry, unsated eyes.

“Fucking hell,” Mendax cursed as he peeled off his shirt, revealing the body of a god.

Another breathy moan slipped out of me watching the shadows dance across his broad shoulders and muscled stomach. I was so fucking close. Any second now, I would slip past the edge and my orgasm would be unstoppable.

The smoke around my neck tightened the tiniest amount, reminding me of his orders to wait for his word. With the hand not controlling the smoke, Mendax undid his belt buckle with a small jingle and pulled out his rigid cock, fisting it roughly.

“How badly do you need me to move between your legs and slide my cock inside of you, love? A little?” he rasped as he stroked his cock up and down, staring at me like a hungry lion.

Oh. My. Suns.

“A lot. Fuck, please, Mendax,” I panted, biting my lip hard in order to move myself away from the orgasm that was so close, a draft in the castle might send me over the edge.

He gripped himself so tightly, it looked painful as he slid his fist up and down wildly.

“You shouldn’t have left me then, Calypso. Maybe then I could be a bit more gentle. I wouldn’t have spent so many hours thinking about all the things I would do to you once I found you. How much I’d make you hurt. How hard I would fuck you.”

“I’m going to come if you don’t shut up and get over here,” I moaned, knowing I was about to fall into the abyss.

The Unseelie prince was at the side of the bed near my head in an instant. He grabbed my throat with his right hand, continuing to fist his cock with the other right next to my shoulder.

“Men—”

“You want to come? Then admit it: say it out loud, and I’ll let you come, my pretty little hellhound. Admit you are in love with me,” he whispered slowly, emotion turning his voice gritty.

“I love you,” I said without hesitation. It was a dream, and no one could hurt me for admitting it. No one could weaponize it or tear me apart for owning such an absurd declaration.

“Then come for me now, my love,” he whispered with a smile, straightening to his full height to watch me. He fisted himself faster now, his hand still tight around my throat. “Now,” he said squeezing my throat firmly.

I lost it. The tingles and tension built and built and built until there was nothing left for it to do but explode from within my body. I shuddered as my body clenched, no longer in my control.

Mendax tightened his hand around my throat. I couldn’t breathe at all. It was terrifying, but I continued to move my fingers in circles on my sensitive clit, knowing he would let go.

He didn’t.

My wild eyes shot to him in blind panic. My mind became fuzzy, and my vision had started to speckle. Instinctively, I lifted my arm up to turn and slam my elbow down on his arm, but my orgasm burst forth like a gift from the heavens, and I came again.

I came harder than I’d ever come in my whole goddamned life.

Just as it ebbed out and I was positive I was going to black out or evaporate, Mendax released my throat, letting out a low groan at the same time.

He was coming too. Warm ribbons of cum shot onto my chest as he slowed his fisting, now leaning on one shaking arm next to my head. He removed his hand from his cock and leaned over my face. “You look like a goddess veiled in my cum,” he whispered, leaning in and kissing me so tenderly, I couldn’t imagine never feeling it again.

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