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My breath caught.It wasn’t fair; I wanted to be those fingers.

I licked my lips and came close to her body. Just one lick, one lick would be okay.

I let out a muffled whine when her back arched off the bed. I wanted to suck on her breasts, suck on her nipple and nibble it between my teeth.

Why was the goddess punishing me? Why was my mate so close, yet so far away?

I’d promised I would not touch. I would not take her unless she begged me. But it was hard—too hard. I thought the day would never come, but here she was.

The command "Simon touch" hung heavily in the air; with those two words, my ruin was complete. I extended my hand and felt the softness of her body as she leaned into me. I prayed she was fully awake because she could never go back from this, and I could never go back to not touching her.

My hands trembled when I pulled down the white cloth. It was pristine white, and my mouth watered to think that what lay beneath was now mine.

I’d seen naked faes, fairies and shifters, but none of them held a candle to my mate. I’d never had the desire or the drive to be attracted to anyone else but her. This bond would end me.

As I turned my gaze towards her, my lip curled into a snarl, and my eyes fixated on her glistening lips, illuminated by the soft glow of the lanterns. In the background, the low rumble of thunder echoed through the air, creating a sense of foreboding as I inhaled deeply.

“My mate smells pretty.” I lowered my head and rubbed against her heat. She cried out, and her hands reached for my horns.

She tugged on them with a firm grip, her thumbs massaging the base. The tension in my body intensified as my throbbing shaft grazed against the soft blankets.

I would release my seed if she continued to touch me.

I took a greedy lick at her slit. Her gasps filled the cave as I savored her taste, which ignited a fire within me that only she could quench. Every lick, every suck brought me closer to my desire to lose control and let the beast in me surface.

Then, when I sucked in the small nub at the top of her slit, she nearly flew off the bed. I smirked, taking more licks at this pleasure spot.

Her grip tightened on my horns, eliciting a low, guttural growl that vibrated through my very being. But I held back, kept my control, and focused on her sweet essence and the way her body responded to my touch.

I pushed forward, my tongue seeking the hidden treasure between her folds. Her cries grew louder and more insistent, urging me. I lapped at her with renewed vigor, savoring each moan and shudder she gave me until I thrust my tongue inside her.

“Simon! Please!”

My shaft grew impossibly hard, as my hips pushed against the bedding. “Simon, oh, gods, I’m going to come.”

I didn’t understand what she meant, but I continued at my pace; suck, lick, suck, then suddenly, she arched her back and screamed. Her arousal poured into my mouth. I greedily took her in, savoring the sweet taste.

I gripped my shaft and tugged on it several times until I moaned into her slit and spilled my seed along her thighs.

Yes, you will smell of nothing but me now.

I rubbed my cheek along her folds, taking up her scent.

My mate panted, her hands letting go of my horns.

“Gods, what just happened?” Her arm flopped over her stomach. “What did we just do?”

I meticulously cleaned my mate, savoring every bit of her essence with gentle licks. She became my preferred drink, and I wished for more chances to quench my thirst with her.

I hummed, licking the inside of her thighs one last time before crawling up her body. My shaft was already hard again, and I wondered if she would let me—

“Simon?” she gasped when she saw I was hovering over her.

Did she forget I was here?That wouldn’t do.

I did not know the female body well, but I knew where to sink my cock.

“Lucy is mine,” I whispered into her ear.

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