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And with that promise, he kisses me.

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BEN

The room is no doubta wonder, but I haven’t been able to focus on anything except the woman in my arms. The woman who rained kisses on me like I’m as special to her as the gargoyle she’s married to.

Stella’s delight is an aphrodisiac, but her lust is nothing short of fuel on a fire.

Kissing her is better than feeling the sun on my face after the darkness of night. The tumultuous feelings in my chest, the preemptive despair that tries to catch hold whenever I’m distracted, quiet at the stroke of her tongue.

She wanted to taste me, but each moment together is my last chance to enjoy her. I felt a pang of guilt that I stole what may have been her last chance to get her “taste” of me, but tonight I can’t be selfless.

Tonight is for me, and my greed demands to take every breath, every detail to lock away in my memory.

It won’t make this easier, but I don’t care about easy or efficiency anymore. Not when I’m losing them.

I lower us to the mass of pillows, and when my body presses heavy on hers like I can trap this vibrant sensation between us forever, she moans, breaking the kiss.

“Ben—”

“It’s just a taste, love.” My words are soft, but my actions are full of hunger as I push her dress up and am met with the sight of her bare pink pussy, the lips shiny with arousal.

My mouth waters.

“Did you forget something?” I ask, my restraint leaving me one chiseled chip at a time.

“Why put on what I know you’re going to take off?”

I curse and dive into heaven. Her flavor explodes across my tongue just like the first time Stoneheart allowed me to touch her. A tangy headiness that I’ll always hunger for and goes straight to my cock.

The soft skin of her inner thighs surrounds me as she tries to close her legs at the sudden stimulation. I rub my cheeks against the plush captivity as my tongue plays along every heated fold. I lick and suck away her essence only to be rewarded with more.

Her gasps and moans are secondary to the vitality and warmth against my lips and tongue. She pulls my hair, and the pain shoots down my spine, making me moan as I suck her clit into my mouth.

The cry she makes is high. The orgasm hitting fast, and her pretty pussy drowns me.

But it’s not enough to take this and tease that it’s a taste.

I need everything. My cock is so heavy and painfully hard that my pants are off, and I’m rising above the mess I’ve made of the woman I’d take as my mate if I were able to.

Her face is sweaty and flushed. With each gasp, her breasts fight to escape the dress that is mussed and pushed to her waist. The hair that she’d had up in a graceful style has spiraled awayand covers the surrounding pillows like she’s a reclined angel ready to be debauched.

Chaos in a bottle ready to break free.

“Ben—” she starts but breaks off to pant. Her eyes are full of the same need that’s throbbing in my core even though she’d just climaxed.

It’s not enough for her either.

The air changes, and I immediately know the source, glancing to the doorway. Stoneheart silently closes and locks the door behind him. His gaze burns in a dare that I can’t possibly ignore.

This is my last night with them. If I don’t push all his buttons now, I’ll never be able to.

“Ben, we can’t,” she finally says. Her eyes squeezing shut as if seeing my hunger would be too much of a temptation. But that doesn’t stop her back from arching when I grind my cock against her slick center.

Stoneheart narrows his eyes at me, and I can’t stop myself.

“Just let me in a little bit,” I say, leading the woman who owns my heart down the path of destruction. “A taste. You said he couldn’t deprive us a little taste.”

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