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And I love making a woman scream in a way she’s never screamed before.
When I pull Fallon beneath me, she’ll shatter so severely that she’ll forget her own name.Thatwill be my reward for breaking down her walls and forcing her into a new stratosphere of gratification.
Because Fallon doesn’t need her hands held. She needs someone willing to test her boundaries. Push her limits.Make her talk.
Whether those words are innocent or not remains to be seen.
Perhaps she’s a traitor.
Maybe she’s a pawn.
We won’t know until she opens up. Or until I dig up the secrets she’s trying to bury.
One way or another, the truth will be ours.
Because if New York reveals nothing, I’ll be forced to return.
And I’m not afraid to make our sweet little canary bleed.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
NOX
I’m addictedto Fallon’s lips. So plump and delicious. So soft. Somine.
My hands roam her curves, loving the way they fit perfectly into my palms, confirming this female was made for me.
Made forus.
Her thighs encircle my waist, her heat pressed right up against my groin, but it’s not enough. Our suits are too thick, and the water around us distorts the sensation below.
I want more.
I wanther.
But I agreed to do this Bane’s way—taking itslow.
Fallon has suffered so many years of abuse. She deserves to be worshipped. Cherished.Adored.
Her pleasure is important, and if she’s content to kiss me all night, I’ll allow it. I don’t care if my balls ache from the lack of friction or if my cock throbs with the need to be inside her; it’s her sensations that matter most.
Which is why I’ve only allowed my hands to wander up her sides and down to her voluptuous ass.
Bane stands behind her, his chest to her back, his lips on her shoulder and then her neck.
I’m fully aware of his movements, our experiences together allowing us to be in tune with each other.
When I stop kissing her, he grabs her nape and turns her head to the side to devour her, and I take over his path on her neck.
She heaves a breath against me, her nails digging into my shoulders as her lower half arches just enough to apply pressure between her thighs.
I grin against her throat. “I wish I could feel how wet you are, firefly. I want to taste you.”
She moans against Bane’s mouth, her fingers traveling up my nape to thread through my hair. Her opposite hand goes to Bane’s neck, her grip tightening on us both. “I need more,” she pants. “I… I feel like I’m on fire.”
“Because you are, sweet flame,” Bane whispers against her mouth. “You’re burning forus, your intended mates.”
She makes a noise, one that trails off on a delectable moan as I press my cock against her sensitive center. “We’re burning for you, too, firefly.”
