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It wasn't just the vibrations or the sensation of being filled by thedildo. It was mostly Oz's eyes, watching my every twitch and blink and gasp.

"Please," I begged.

"What do you want, princess?"

"I want you."

"You have me."

He bent his head and kissed the inner thigh of my right leg. Then the same spot on my left leg. Back and forth he went, higher and higher. All the while, he kept the vibrator inside, not thrusting. Instead, he tilted the device forward so that it pressed against the front of my core, right over the spongy patch of nerves that I knew would make me erupt.

No man had ever found my G-spot. Not only did Oz know exactly where it was, he knew exactly what to do with it.

His lips made their way up my legs. His gaze never left me as I trembled under his machinations. All I could feel was his breath on my skin. His eyes on my flesh. I'd never felt more turned on in my life.

"This is how a goddess deserves to be worshiped."

Those were the last words I remembered understanding from his lips before they wrapped around my clit.

I jackknifed off the bed, but I didn't get far. Oz's big body covered my thighs, not letting me wiggle too much. His free hand pressed against my sternum, holding me in place as he lapped at my bud while buzzing my core with the vibrator.

It was too much.

It was just perfect.

I needed a breather.

I never wanted him to stop.

I don't remember when I started coming. I don't remember when I stopped. I might have even left my body for a few seconds or years.

When I came back down from that high, Oz's lips were no longer on my clit. They were on my mouth.

I tasted the musk of my essence. Mixed with the masculine scentof him, it was the best delicacy my palate had ever experienced. I wanted nothing else on my tongue for breakfast, lunch, dinner, or snacks.

The touch of his lips was both gentle and intense, a prayer and a promise. I felt worshiped. I felt safe. I felt loved. Even though he hadn't said it yet, I knew he felt it.

My only regret was that he hadn't entered me himself. Probably because I'd passed out with what my man obviously considered foreplay. I was ready now. Before I could tell Oz to come hither, a vision came for me.

I saw us, Oz and me, soaring through the sky on a magnificent winged horse. It wasn't the black kelpie. It was a Pegasus.

Its powerful wings beat rhythmically against a backdrop of fluffy clouds and a boundless azure sky. The sensation of the wind in my hair, the exhilarating freedom of flying, the closeness of Oz beside me—it was surreal, breathtaking. I was lost in the wonder of it, unsure if it was a hallucination brought on by the intensity of my orgasms or a genuine glimpse into the future.

My first sight of a horse had been a warning. Could this be the same kind of message? My answer came at the sound of a click at the door.

Oz’s lips left mine. He rolled over and off me in an instant, every muscle coiled and ready.

The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. The pleasurable petting and languorous kisses all faded. The previously dull sounds of the hotel—distant conversations, the hum of the old air conditioning unit—now felt ominous and foreboding. Oz’s gaze was fixed on the door, his protective instincts in full force.

I sat up in the bed, covers pulled up to my chin to hide my nudity. Oz moved forward with quiet, controlled urgency. His body was a silhouette against the dim light, a figure of strength and readiness. The sense of safety I felt in his arms moments ago was now replaced by a surge of adrenaline, a readiness for whatever or whoever was on the other side of that door.

CHAPTER 30

Oz

Iwas pleasure drunk on Stella. But my senses weren't dampened; they were heightened. As the sound at the door escalated from a suspicious click to the unmistakable noise of someone trying to force entry, my instincts kicked in.

"Get dressed," I ordered.

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