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She got to the top and swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, teasing the underside and taking it into her mouth. It barely fit.
He let out a roar that may have shaken the leaves off this tree house had there been any.
“Trinia.”Brovdir’s moan raked up her spine and blasted her with a deep need the likes of which she’d never felt before.
The burning desire to mount him grew too high for her to take.
Chapter
Twenty-Six
BROVDIR
He had not known such ecstasy was even possible.
Trinia’s orders felt like the flash of lightning in his mind. They brightened his world and shot bliss down every limb. The hold on his control was maddening, but every moment he obeyed her brought intense pleasure. He knew his restraint was pleasing her. His willpower, despite the shuddering, achingneedshe teased him with, was making her hot. The scent of her arousal flooded his senses, churned up his mind. It was harder to fight that than her touch.
“You’ve been agood boy, Brovdir. You’ve earned your reward.”
Her voice was husky, sweetmadnessand his mind rippled with pleasure as she mounted him. She drew up on her knees, bent his cock forward, and lined up her hot, wet pussy.
And his flesh went ice cold.
Shuddering fear raked over him. His mind quailed. His tongue went dry and his erection... softened.
This wasn’t right.
He . . . didn’t want this.
He didn’t want a son.
He wantedher.
“Stop.”
Trinia did in an instant. Her eyes flew wide, and her breath caught. “Did I hurt you?”
“N-no. No.” He shook his head and carefully pulled her off him. Her eyes snapped from his face to his now softening cock and realization flooded her features.
The dismay that furrowed her brow was so intense it choked him.
“You...” Her voice was so quiet. “What did I do?”
“Nothing,” he said. “Nothing at all.”
This had been the best thing he’d ever experienced, and he never wanted it to end. He didn’t want to stop.
“So then... why did you stop me?” She sat back a little further and his fists balled to prevent himself from grabbing her. “We’ll need to finish soon, right? Otherwise...” She touched her lower stomach. Right where his babe might grow.
Fades blast him to the depths. He didn’t know what to do! He didn’t know what he wanted. His mind scrambled over itself, trying to find a solution.
If he got her pregnant... she’d go back to Oakwall. He’d build her a home behind those walls. Deep inside a village where he could not visit. He’d raise the son on his own. Without her.
The idea of it made his mind quail and his instincts roar.
It felt wrong. Too wrong. He couldn’t do it.
“I—” Fuck, what to say, what to say...
