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I tilted my head back, accepting the new angle with ease as my cock hardened. Everything about this felt dangerous and forbidden. I sensed my increasing arousal, her racing heart, and the way the air around us thickened with desire. Already clouding up my mind were the things I had been wanting to do to her since I arrived.

She broke the kiss long enough to inhale sharply and say, “It’s been a while.”

“It’s been alongwhile.”

“I want you, Cliff.”

I groaned as I arched her back and nuzzled into her bosom. Such silk flesh waited for me under her robe. I didn’t care if we got caught. To hell with the way customs were run here. I aimed to win, and with that victory would come great change. But first, I had to remember what I was fighting for.

And that all started with another heart-stopping kiss…

Chapter 12 - Robyn

Time halted as I submerged myself into the world of Clifton Spears. Gone was his usual goofy demeanor, replaced by a fierce smolder that spoke of his growing desire. From my place on the ground, on my knees in front of him, I felt the very molecules in the air go still while he firmly cupped my chin in his right hand.

Here, perched in his palm, warm from my belly glowing with desire, I saw him for the man I knew him to be—a warrior, a leader,an Alpha.

Only a second passed without another move, and then it was a feverish sampling, a dive with his tongue that made my eyes roll back and my limbs melt. He pulled me forward by my chin alone, his lips firmly sealed over mine like it would be my last breath to him—like it would beourlast breath together.

Molten heat flashed through my core as I bent to his will and met the warmth of his stony abs. Curly hair tickled my nose as I nuzzled into the flesh that I had been missing all these years. This was my weakness; both he and his extraordinary body built from tilling the fields and hardened into a shield that now guarded us from the truth outside these brick walls.

He released my lips and at once replaced his curious tongue with his thumb, depressing my tongue with the digit to retain my silence as he growled, “Don’t think of anything else while you kiss me. Do you understand?”

My jaw slacked with the whimper that came without warning. The sound of it seemed to please him, prompting a wide smile from him and a praising chuckle. He sat back with a cool smolder that would have made me crumble had he not been holding me up by my chin.

As he parted his knees, his hazel-brown eyes slid south—to the cylindrical outline that pulsed with a stiff throb right in front of me. Saliva slicked the inner edge of my lip as I ran my tongue over my teeth.

I gazed up at him through heavy lashes. “Yes, Sir.”

He squinted at me. “Show me you understand.”

Instinct took over, a memory that lived inside my muscles as much as the blood and flesh did, as much as the very cells of my body. Everything relayed through my confident fingers a sincere touch that started at his inner thighs and roamed inward in long, sweet strokes. Each one sharpened his gaze, causing the corner of his mouth to twitch ever so slightly as I drew closer to his cock.

While he casually threaded his fingers behind his head, I resisted the urge to blink. I couldn’t do anything to threaten the connection of our eyes. We were hooked hard enough to carve each other thin, to strip a much less capable shifter of any possible pride. This sturdy of a stare came from years of experimentation, trial and error, and trust.

At the hem of his boxers, he shifted his position, scooting into a reclined position on the chair. One slice from my nail removed the barrier in half a second, revealing his girthy cock curling up in a mushroomed point to his navel. The way the head flopped against his lower abdomen left a web of arousal that strung between the slit of his cock and stomach. It stole my focus, dropped my jaw, and made my mouth water on cue.

His hand slid to the back of my neck. “You lose.”

My eyes snapped up.Shoot,I broke eye contact. “Loser comes last.”

Mischief sparkled in his eyes as he leaned forward to stroke my cheek. “Can you handle that old game?”

“I can handle anything.”

He stroked the length of his cock as he raked his lower lip through his teeth. Out of my peripheral vision, I watched him pump his length, slow and willful, the sensation making my slit ache as I hiked the ceremonial robe up. The moment my breasts were free, he cupped them gently, rubbing circles around my nipples as he propped his cock in my cleavage.

“That’s it,” he grumbled, “you remember just how I like it… That’s a good girl…”

I bowed my head, keeping him in my sight as I stuck out my tongue. Every thrust inspired me to press my breasts together with my shoulders. We coated my flesh with his arousal and my saliva, the combination of which encouraged his pace to double. I savored the position, my lips soaked with fluid and my eyes watering as I fought the urge to blink.

No breaks. No daring glances. Him.Justhim.

It felt like we had never parted ways. He fell right into his usual rhythm—three quick pumps and a beat of rest—as though three hours had passed since we last made love. I gripped his knees, digging my nails into the hard tendons underneath, all while remaining hypervigilant about eye contact. That was the game he and I had made ages ago.

His thrusts abruptly ceased as he caught my chin once more. He widened my mouth by hooking his thumbs into the corners, pulling the skin taut enough to make me squeak as he inserted his cock. With half his length submerged, he smiled, peeking into the space left between our bodies.

He shook his head and clicked his tongue three times. “Why aren’t your hands behind your back?”

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