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You intoxicate me.

His tongue lashes over the tip of my breast, toying with me. I press myself deeper against him, needing more, so much more.

All the touching, the kissing, the oral—none of it has been enough. Especially not now that War makes me feel beloved, and not when he looks at me with something like humanity in his eyes.

Not when he’s given up raising the dead because I asked.

War’s mouth moves from one nipple to the other, and his hand slips between us, his thumb running down the length of my slit.

I’m breathing hard, gasping as I arch into him.

Not enough. Not enough. Not enough.

“War,” I breathe.

I need him inside me. Screw my remaining injuries, they’ll heal—hewill heal them.

The horseman stills. I’m sure he hears something in my voice. He breaks away from my nipple, his gaze rising to mine.

My breath is caught in my throat, and my body is beginning to tremble with nerves and excitement. I’m not sure I can force out the words I want to say.

I hesitate, unsure of everything except my own foolishness.

There can be no going back from this.

I hold his gaze. “I surrender.”

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War is coldsteel and dark intent, and for a second after my declaration, that’s all I see on his face.

But then he smiles, looking far, far too handsome for his own good. He pulls my head down to his lips and kisses me all over again, and I feel his lust and excitement and, and—and something else. Something I’m not at all comfortable with.

The horseman breaks away, and that grin still pulls at his lips, but it’s dimming.

“I meant what I said earlier,” he says. “Your body needs to heal.”

I want to growl in frustration. He choosesnowto be noble?

But War hasn’t moved away from me. He might want to do the right thing, but he’s no idealist. I can practically feel his need to be inside me, just so that he can be sure I’m truly alive.

“I almost died today,” I finally say to him, “and when I thought it was the end, do you know what I regretted most?”

He stares up at me, waiting for me to continue.

“I hadn’t said and done everything I wanted to with you. Show me what I’ve been missing.”

With that, I kiss the horseman again.

I feel it in his lips, the moment his resistance gives away. He groans into my mouth, and then his arms tighten around me. His lips go from entertaining mine to demanding more, more, more. There’s a fervor to his touch that wasn’t there before, and it feels like I’m falling headfirst into uncharted waters.

Just being in his arms has me forgetting about my last aches and pains. I don’t know if that has to do with his healing abilities, or if his presence is overwhelming the rest of my senses.

He strokes my slit again, and I hiss in a breath.

Oh God, I really did manage to convince him to do this. That becomes clear when his hand continues to stroke my core, his thumb rubbing languorous circles around my clit.

I give a frustrated moan.

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