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I have no idea what she’s talking about, but thankfully she keeps going.

“Prove to me that I’m powerful. Don’t treat me like everyone else right now, like I’m fragile and I’ll fall apart if you tell me how angry you are with me. I can take it. I wantit. Show me.”

I drag my gaze from her chest and up her throat. Over her defiantly lifted chin. Along the lines of her silky, succulent, stubborn mouth. Her small, flared nostrils. The freckles on the bridge of her nose.

Finally, I study the mismatched eyes that fucking haunt me. The hazel one with its ring of green flecked with blue that blends into golden brown. And the other—her fairy eye.Myfairy eye. Icy blue-gray with a thin border of steel, it pierces me like it always has. Cracks me in half and exposes my most feral self.

I grab the back of her neck and yank her forward. She stumbles and gasps, her hands flying to my chest to brace herself. But I already can’t remember why I wasn’t supposed to do this.

“Iamfucking mad at you,” I growl.

Closing my fingers around a fistful of hair, I pull her head back and bite her chin, her jaw. I scrape my teeth over her mouth but don’t kiss her. Nip her lower lip, then upper. Hard enough to sting, not hard enough tohurt.Yet.With every bite, she jerks and produces a breathy, needy note.

Her hands climb to my shoulders, nails digging. When she tries to kiss me, I tug her hair to remind her who’s in control. She surrenders with a sigh, looking up at me with lust-drunk eyes.

She’s so stunning I almost wish I could be gentle.Almost.

Keeping her head still, I drag my mouth toward her ear. I take my time, enjoying the subtle rasp of my unshaven cheek against her smooth, warmer skin.

“Do you remember what I feel like? You told me it’s close to overwhelming at first. That I stretch you so good it burns. Did you miss my cock? Did you miss all that pressure in your sweet little cunt?”

She whimpers.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, I missed your cock.” She writhes helplessly against my chest. “Fuck.Stop torturing me. I’m begging you.”

I shake my head, smiling against her temple. “I’ve waited seven years for this. Beg all you want, Fairy. I’m taking my time.”

The rhythm of her breath vanishes, then resumes even faster. Her neck tenses under my hand. A shudderruns down her body. Alarmed, I lean back to see her face.

The second our eyes meet, I realize what I said.

“Fairy,” I repeat, transfixed by the lifecycle of a tear on her lower lash line. The shimmering sphere grows until it drops, splashing against her cheek.

“Again,” she breathes.

“Fairy.” I trail a fingertip down her nose. “You’re a perfect song. Even though I know every note, I’ll never be able to replicate it. It’s simply too exquisite to exist outside of you.”

Her lips quiver. “My God.”

“Not yet, but I’m about to be.”

Transferring my hands to her waist, I lift and throw her onto the bed. She squeaks when she hits, her bouncing tits an irresistible lure. A moment later, my mouth captures a nipple, and her moan slides down my throat like honey.

By the time I’m done reacquainting myself with every inch of her chest and have teased her nipples and piercings to my satisfaction, she’s crying again. The kind of tears I love.Mytears. Her head tosses, hips jerking toward my hovering body, hands fisted in the comforter.

“Such a needy mess. So overwhelmed, aren’t you?”

She sobs my name. “Please.”

My thumb sinks past her lips, capturing her lowerteeth and pressing down until her jaw opens. I spit into her mouth. She makes a sound that’s half lust, half outrage.

I grin.

She glares.

“You’ve been so good, Fairy. Keeping your hands to yourself. Letting me play with your gorgeous tits. Do you want a reward?”

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