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The first lick tears a broken noise from her throat. She tastes like victory. I drag my tongue slowly up her slit, savoring her little moans, then clamp my mouth over her clit and suck.
“Dakar!” Her fingers fist in my hair, yanking hard enough to burn. Good. I want her desperate. I want her messy.
“You’ll come,” I snarl against her, teeth grazing her swollen flesh, “When I say you can.”And then I feast.
“Oh gods, YES!”
Her back arches violently, hands scrambling for purchase on my horns. Good. Hold on tight, little cow. I bury my face deeper, drinking her in like a starved man. My tongue spears into her tight cunt, fucking her with deep strokes.
I growl, letting the vibration ripple through her. Her answering cry goes straight to my cock. I could live between these thighs, die suffocated by her scent, and call it paradise.
With a filthy, wet sound, I pull back just enough to torment that pretty little clit. Circling it slowly before sucking the bud between my lips. Her scream is music. When I add two thick fingers, curling them just so inside, her thighs clamp around my head like a vise.
That's it. Come for me. Let me taste it…
“DAKAR!”
Maeve's scream ricochets off the cavern walls and the vibration travels straight to my cock. Her taste floods my senses, honey and salt. My tongue circles her clit while my fingers crook inside her.
Gods. The way she tightens around me, trying to pull me deeper…as if two fingers could ever be enough to satisfy her greedy cunt.
“I'm…I'm so close!” Her hips thrusting wildly against my mouth. I can feel her losing control.
Mine. The thought brands itself into my skull. All mine to ruin.
I seal my lips around her clit and suck, my tongue flicking mercilessly as I thrust my fingers harder, deeper.
“Come for me, my sweet milkmaid,” I command.
I want to drown in her, want her to scream my name until her voice gives out. I don’t let up, dragging my tongue harder over her clit as her thighs clamp around my head.
Then she breaks.
Her entire body convulses, her cunt clenching around my fingers, wringing a groan from my chest. She’s drenching my face, my hand, the furs beneath us.
“Oh Gods, yes! Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop!”
Her nails scrape my horns as she yanks me closer, grinding against my face with abandon. Gods above, I love this. Love the way she unravels, love the way she’s taking what she needs, using me like I’m hers to command.
And I am.
The battlefield knows me as a butcher, a blade that carves through armies without mercy. They call me Dakar the Savage. But here? Beneath her touch, I’m no conqueror. I am conquered. Hers to wield. I groan my surrender, sucking her clit until her screams turn to whimpers.
Let the world fear me. Sheownsme.
Chapter Thirteen
Say You’re Mine
Maeve
My thoughts are floating somewhere far above me like dandelion fluff. I can’t move, and he’s just lounging beside me, propped up on one elbow, looking like the cat who got the cream.
Literally.
“Still with me, little cow?” His smirk is unbearably smug. He drags a fingertip over the curve of my hip.
I make a whining sound. Gods.
