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“Oh, yes, please.”
He did, setting his lips to her center, teasing her, parting her, delving and learning what he could do to make her tremble.
It didn’t take much. Why didn’t it take much? No rings to blame. The only magic between them the chemistry of their bodies together.
And that was scorching.
She rose so high she could not breathe, but every missed breath was a pleasure crashing through her, soaring her higher until she was pleasure itself, shaking and screaming beneath his touch. She wanted to scream his name. But what name could she give him? Duke? Morington? No. All wrong for this man.
“You devil,” she barely whispered as she floated feather like back into her body. She had to use every ounce of energy left in her to reach for his hair, to make a fist in the silky locks and tug on them.
He answered the tug and kissed his way back up her body, finding her lips, kissing those, too. “You devil,” she chuckled.
“Maybe. But I sent you to heaven.”
And who could argue that?
8
UNWANTED REVELATIONS
Victor woke up with Persephone’s mouth on his cock. And really, if he’d ever asked for anything more than that—how greedy of him. This and this alone could get him through the rest of his life.
“Fuck, Sephy.” He tangled his hand in her hair and pumped into her mouth. “Get away from there.” Never get away from there. He tugged her up, his body primed and ready to spend. He needed inside her. He’d fallen asleep last night without taking things further. He’d shot her to the moon and been content to recite didactic children’s poetry in his head until his cockstand went away enough for him to fall asleep as he held her in his arms. Nothing better than a warm, sated bundle of a woman snoring on your chest. He’d forgotten.
He’d also forgotten there was one thing better—waking to a warm, curious woman conquering your body.
No need to conquer, love.
He surrendered. Gleefully.
He should take his time with her, but she seemed to want something different. Her glittering eyes and strong hands, her hair a wild dark halo around her heart-shaped face, her lips slightly parted with a lusty breath—she wanted now.
Who was he to deny her?
She straddled his hips, and he thrust into her.
She met him with a moan, arching and throwing her head back to taunt him with the smooth curves of her body from chin to cunny. He’d never seen a woman like her undressed. She was sleek with muscle, lithe and firm and strong. He’d loved so many different female bodies, gloried in them—those thick with curves that overflowed his hands, those with graceful, birdlike frames, those whose breasts and waists were a study of contradictions. Large and small, short and towering.
But none of them honed as hers had been—by backbreaking labor beneath a moon.
As they rocked together, he admired her strength and her beauty. The paleness of her skin and the blue-black of her hair like coals at the heart of a fire. He stroked that muscle with his fingertips, worshiped it with his palms, all while a growing need consumed him. What if she didn’t have to work hard enough to turn her body to marble? What if she could be kept on velvet pillows and showered with jewels the same green as her cat eyes? God, she deserved it if anyone did.
He grasped her hips, thrust deeper, and imagined it, what keeping her would be like. Caresses in the morning and insults in the evening and a smile on his lips at all hours.
She deserved it—the velvet and the jewels and the pillows.
And he could not give it to her. He didn’t have the money for velvet, and when he did, he’d have lost her to gain it. She’d never forgive him. They had no future. Only now.
And he was selfish.
He surged up and wrapped her in his arms, kissed the hollow of her neck, bruised her, made her his.
She gasped.
And that little sound toppled him. Like an entire damn city toppled by an autumn breeze.
“Fuck.” As her climax unraveled her, he was unraveling, too. He flipped her onto the mattress and pulled out of her at the same time, spilled his seed on the bed as he kissed her and kissed her and kissed her.
