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I can’t manage anything but gasping breaths.
Coiling energy tightens in my core and it’s like he feels every single thing within me.
“Kara.” My name is a pained groan that has me moaning in response. Gods above, I love the way he says my name. “Come for me,” he begs, his lips skimming over my jaw before his teeth scraping across my neck.
His pace quickens, his hips slamming against mine. Just before it happens, his mouth seals to mine as if he can sense my orgasm, as if my pleasure is his own.
Because it is. Empathically he seems to harbor each intense emotion that swirls within me.
A low growl hums through him just as I clench around his length, making sure I feel every inch of his hardness deep within me. He stiffens in my arms but continues to kiss me. The pulse of his dick sends another thrilling shiver through me.
I’ve never orgasmed at the same time as anyone before and the intimacy of it takes every ounce of energy in me. I can’t do anything but cling to this beautiful man.
Will it always feel like this? Will every time we have sex feel like this amazing, heart pounding ecstasy?
Or is it this simply a one-time thing? Is the forbidden aspect of our relationship what has my emotions filling my chest with intensity?
Maybe I’ll never know.
Finally, we part, his head leaning against mine, my hands still gripping his soft hair.
For a few seconds, we only stare at one another, the moonlight streaking across the sharp angles of his jaw, filling his eyes with quicksilver.
“What do you feel now?” I ask breathlessly, searching his gaze.
He licks his lips with a shaking breath. Strength surrounds me as he holds me against his body. A smile tilts his mouth.
“Everything.”
Chapter Thirteen
Make a Choice
When I wake, Darrio’s staring down on me. I think I can physically feel his gaze on me long before I open my eyes to him. I shift beneath the heavy blankets and sit up to find myself naked and alone in the large bed. The fluff of the comforter meets my chin as I hug the soft blanket to my chest.
Daxdyn leans against the beam of the footboard, the carved detail of the frame spirals up on all four sides and is just tall enough to meet his bare chest. His jeans are slung low on his hips as if he rushed to pull them on.
Darrio stands at the edge, just a foot from me. If I dared, I could reach out and touch his thigh. I don’t. I don’t dare move an inch.
“I—I like you, Kara. Fuck, why do I like you?” Darrio shakes his head at me and he appears genuinely stunned and confused about his feelings for me.
“I don’t know,” I say in a quiet voice, my attention drifting to the white threaded pattern that swirls across my blanket.
Of all the things I thought I’d have to worry about in my life, I never thought it’d be men.
“We think it’s best for everyone if you just choose,” Darrio finally says.
His words circle my mind and finally I pull my attention up to him. A thin line creases my brows and I’m no longer holding the blanket to my chest as my arms fold over it. My eyes narrow a little on him.
“Between the two of you?” I ask, my features hardening as he nods to me.
Is he serious right now? Right now, while I’m a prisoner of Juvar, I really have to have this conversation? It’s as if my magical vagina truly does hold the sorcery King Tristan claimed it did. I must have somehow fucked everything up all on my own.
I let all of one second pass to make it appear as if I’m truly considering their request.
“No.”
Daxdyn gapes at me and his attention swings to his brother as if to ask if I’m allowed to do that.
