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“Always.”

His smile curled my toes. His unwavering loyalty had a surprising effect on me. It turns out that my emotional low unleashed a sexual high. My body demanded Dash.

“If you’re sure,” I said, “I need a favor.”

“Ask.”

“Fuck me.” I brushed my lips over his mouth. “Make love to me until I forget my last name and I’m free of myself.”

Chapter Twenty-nine

Dash

Devastation dimmed Thena’s eyes and deepened the lines that cased her mouth, betraying her agony, a twisted form of self-castigation. She couldn’t separate her father’s moral failings from herself. I knew how grief and sorrow tortured the mind, how they stabbed, jabbed, and sliced at the human heart until all that remained of the self was a broken portrait of our hopes, of the person we’d once aspired to be.

Thena could shred all the portraits of her father if she wished, but tearing herself apart, putting herself down, destroying the aspirations she had for herself?

I would not allow it.

Without saying another word, I lifted Thena from the desk, stood her up next to me, and swept my arm across the top of it. In one swipe, I cleared the surface, sending all the stuff crashing all over the floor. I took off my shirt. After undoing my belt, I dropped my pants and boxers to the floor. My dick stood up at the crux of my legs, ready to serve.

Thena took me in before she lifted her eyes to my face. Locking her stare with mine, she kicked off her shoes, peeled off her leggings and panties, and stepped out of them. Moving fluidly, she yanked the shirt over her head, undid her bra, and tossed it aside. Standing before me, she threw her hair over her shoulder and displayed her lovely body for my eyes only.

Her flushed nipples rose in the air like little flames. I wondered if they burned atop her breasts, if they felt as hot, hard, and giant as my dick felt. Her taut stomach heaved with small breaths. Her thighs, slightly separated, gave me a glimpse of her private lips.

I reached between her legs and cupped her sex. It fitneatly in the palm of my hand. My dick stiffened as the feel of her folds increased my need. The warm moisture that soaked my hand and welcomed my fingers left me breathless. I curled a finger and slowly pressed it inside of her.

“Oooooh.” She threw her head back, offering me the privilege of her throat.

Pumping my digit inside of her, I slid my lips up and down the side of her neck. I glided my other hand over her beautiful body. Her skin rippled beneath my fingers as I caressed the pliable flesh of her breasts. Her nipples hardened even more as I strummed them with my thumb.

“You like it when I play with these, don’t you?” I gently squeezed, then twisted one of her nipples between my index and my thumb.

“Yes,” she rasped, arching her back. “Don’t stop.”

“How about this?” Pushing through her entrance, I added another finger.

She eyed me between narrowed lids. “So good.”

“You’re good,” I murmured. “You deserve to feel good.”

I glided my lips up her neck and kept my fingers working as I kissed and licked the spot behind her ear, the one that sent her body into a shiver of need.

“I want to mark you,” I whispered, pinching her nipple just so. “I want to mark you and more than once.”

“Mark me,” she heaved, caressing my face with her shimmering gaze. “Mark me wherever and as many times you want, but please, don’t stop doing what you’re doing.”

I slid my fingers out of her, pressed them to her lips, and whispered. “Lick. Suck. Drink. This is how you taste. Sweet and salty, pure and delicious. Look at me. Say it.”

“Delicious,” she mumbled as I pumped my digits in her mouth. “Pure.”

Withdrawing my fingers, I kissed her before I cradled theback of her head in my palm. “Where should I mark you first?” I glided my mouth down her chin, her neck, and then along her collarbone. I hovered over the junction of her neck and her shoulder, not far from where her pulse beat wildly. “How about here?”

“Yes,” she rasped. “Quickly. I need you inside.”

“Don’t be in such a rush.” I kissed the spot I’d chosen, licking and nibbling on it. “I’m in charge now, and I’ll set the pace.”

I halted her protest by separating my lips and aspirating her skin between my teeth. She gasped. Her body tensed beneath my hands. Eyes closed, she pushed up to the tip of her toes, as if I was sucking the whole of her. I let go only when she finally moaned. A rush of hot air left her lungs and blustered over my chest. Her entire body trembled beneath my touch.

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