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(See how easily I fooled myself there?)

I held on tightly to his neck and took his lip between my teeth and bit—and goddess, he was fucking delicious. Seriously out of this world, the taste of him. I moaned in his mouth without caring what he’d think, and it was so liberating to give in all the way like this, just like I used to.

He tasted better than before.

Letting go of my face, he wrapped one arm around my waist and squeezed me to him tightly, and with the other he grabbed my hair to hold me in place, like he really thought I was going anywhere.

We kissed for a long time, yet not nearly long enough. His tongue in my mouth did wonders to bring me back to life little by little, and when he bit me violently, I cried out in ecstasy. When he sucked my lips into his mouth with the same urgency, I felt it everywhere in my body. My knees became weaker and weaker.

It was perfect. It wasTaland,and his hair was in myhands and his hard cock pressed against my stomach and I never wanted it to end.

Then it did.

“Tell me something, sweet Rose,” he whispered against my lips.

“Hmm,” I mumbled—it was the best I could do, eyes half-closed still, my body yearning for his.

“Have you, by any chance, killed someone accidentally since the last time you saw me?”

I stopped.

That was an awfully specific question.

“I’ve killed people.” And creatures, too—on the job. No regrets there—they were some really awful people, or they were trying to kill me, too. Like those catfairies in the woods back home.

“Yes, butaccidentally. You know, when you were…” he smiled, licked my bottom lip until I moaned again, and added, “when you didn’t mean to.”

“No,” I whispered, not sure why he was talking about thisnowof all times.

Couldn’t he see how desperate I was for his mouth?

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. What are you?—”

There went my breath, down his throat again, and he devoured me thoroughly within minutes. I wasthisclose to begging him to take my clothes off and fuck me. I’d get on my knees and beg because he felt so good. Like freedom and pleasure and love and happiness all rolled into one.

His hands roamed down my body and mine slipped under his jacket and shirt, down his muscled back. I wanted his clothes off so badly, and by the way he was yanking at mine, he wanted them to disappear, too. His hand was on my ass, grabbing, squeezing, slapping so hardI cried out again. Fuck, he knew how to handle me so well. The pain fired up my pleasure and his other hand was under my shirt, over my bra, cupping my breast as he moaned louder.

Then he slammed me against the wall and pushed my hands down to my sides, and when I complained, he didn’t let me.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, but I was too far gone now to obey him, so I tried to reach out for him anyway.

Such a beautiful mess. Hair all over the place and eyes bloodshot and lips swollen, his chest rising and falling so fast…

“Taland,” I breathed, desperate to feel him closer, but he grabbed my hands and spun me around before I knew what the hell was happening.

Suddenly my chest was against the wall, and he was pressed to my back, my arms up, both my wrists in his hand as he squeezed tightly. He moaned right into my ear when he raised on his tiptoes and rubbed his cock against my ass.

Fuck, I was so wet. My body moved on its own and I bent over, jutting my ass out as he moved faster, thrusting against me. He felt so good I was close to coming, especially when he brought his other hand between my legs and touched me right where I was throbbing with need.

I cried out his name, throwing my head back, completely surrendered.

“Are you wet, sweetness?” he whispered in my ear and bit my earlobe, making my back arch deeper. He moaned, too, pressing his hips to my ass until it fucking hurt.

“Yes,” I choked, trying to free my hands so I could reach down and grab his and guide it under my pants. I needed him to touch me so desperately. One touch and I’d be free.

“You haven’t been fucked in so, so long,” he said. “Yourperfect body hasn’t been touched at all. You were loyal to me, weren’t you.”

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