Page 93 of Lost Girl

The faintest hum follows my remark around his widening grin. I’m sure his mouth is milliseconds from sealing over mine, anxiously awaiting it to be exact, when he says, “I heard everything by the way.”

His concession goesrightover my head. “Everything about what?”

“Your conversation with my sister, I heard it all.”

My heart stops momentarily, any semblance of an explanation evading me like a convict on the run.

Tavi chuckles at my silence, teasing me with the softest brush of his lips. “So you like it here, do you? When were you planning on telling me?”

“What’s not to like about it?” I allude. “It’s beautiful. Experience was pretty wicked at first, but otherwise, great hospitality.”

“Oh, I’ll show you good hospitality tonight, little wolf. I’d say you’re long overdue.”

“I’m blaming the tea.”

“So am I, which is why you’re skipping a dose. Do you know how painful it’s been to know what you feel like, what you look like,what you smell like,and not be able to take it again?” he growls, nails digging into the curve of my waist.

“Can you two get a damned room?” Niko barks from somewhere behind us.

“Can you shut the hell up?” Tavi barks back.

“Be nice,” I whisper, but all I’m given is a shake of his head.

“I don’t wanna be nice, little wolf. I’m in a nasty mood.”

I am, too.

Just as fate would have it, though—it isn’t in the cards for us.

Again.

Perhaps never at all.

?(I Just) Died in Your Arms - Hidden Citizens?

"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God!" I moan, pushing back against every one of Tavi's power-driven thrusts.

He meets me tit for tat, his hands locked around my arse for leverage, which only lodges him deeper. He's so deep, I can feel the head of his cock ramming against the very hilt.

It hurts, but it hurts so good.

If only it were real.

I'm not surprised my mind has subconsciously gone here. With how often Tavi and I are interrupted, it makes sense it’d be looking for some sort of release.

Tempting me with all the things he could do to my body.

How it would feel to finally explode with his name on my tongue.

"Goddamn, this pussy," he grates, his voice drowned in that husky baritone that brings me to my knees. "I need you to come this time, baby. Don't give a fuck how long it takes, who's here. I want you gushing for me."

Pretty sure I already am.

Above the sound of our skin slapping, you can hear how wet I am.

And I'm about to make it wetter for him.

Snaking a hand between my legs, I reach for my clit and rub frantically. In tandem with his thrusts, it's not long before I feel the build-up come on. You know, those sparks that tingle at the base of your spine, the ones that form deep inside your clit, spreading to every nerve ending...

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