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I grabbed her busy hands, trying to force her to listen. “Yes, you do, but I do not—"

She kissed me again and laced her fingers with mine before she pinned my hands to the stone floor. Her hips rolled herself against my cock, as if we had no clothes between us. That warmth again…I loved feeling her there. But still, I tried not to think of it. We had real problems to handle.

Then she lifted her mouth from mine and said, “You will get hard for me again.Right now.”

To my dismay, my body obeyed her, my cock instantly stiff. “That is cheating,” I groused.

She grinded against my already throbbing shaft and purred, “So?”

“You are being unreasonable,” I grumbled, knowing resisting her like this was next to impossible.

She nipped at my bottom lip. “You’re being a stick in the mud.”

I huffed. It was not the first time I had been told such a thing. “You are—"

“I am,” she said before her mouth covered my own, stealing my breath and my protests.

She pulled my hard cock from my uniform and slipped the head through her slick folds before notching it at her entrance. Her pussy was so wet that I knew thrusting inside of her was going to be a smooth stroke.

She panted, but met my gaze. “I won’t do it if you don’t—"

“I do,” I decided, and drove up into her, unable to hold back any longer.

We growled as our bodies slammed together. I knew it was foolish to delay the inevitable, but I had lost the ability to care about what was right or wrong the moment she pressed herself against my cock. I needed her—more than that—I had to have her.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and flipped her back onto the pile of furs. She grunted and her eyes went wide from the dominant move. Then I fucked her in earnest, dying to see her come again. Our stark height difference always made things interesting, as she was face-to-chest with me most of the time. But I bent down and kissed my consort—I wanted all of my body occupied by hers.

She feels too good. Better than usual. Hotter, wetter. Tighter.

She clawed at my chest and bit me there, too. Like a Ladrian woman would. I loved every minute of it. I loved her. All of her.Whatever was wrong, whatever was eating at her, each thrust was a promise that we would fix it together.

Sarah’s back arched beneath me as she gasped, “Fuck yes, now!”

I pounded into her, feeling the waves of her orgasm in my whole body. Her pussy squeezed on my cock in a frantic rhythm, while her small frame beneath me jumped and shook. The throes of her passion were a sensual delirium I had never known before I met her. Now, she was my addiction.

When she finally stilled, I pulled out and turned her over onto her hands and knees, because I wasn’t done with her yet. I bit her shoulder, spread her legs with mine, and snarled, “My turn.”

Then I shoved back inside and rutted into her welcoming body. Our skin slapped together, echoing in the temple, along with her pleas formore. I pressed her head down to the fur, making her hips rise at just the right angle for me to hammer into her harder. I gripped her hips and dug my thumbs into those dimples right above her ass and listened to her sing a new tune.

The shock of my tawdry orgasm hit swiftly, like lightning made of ecstasy. I lost my breath as it flowed through me and into her. She whimpered while I jerked inside of her, again and again, until I dissolved into the nothingness of our bliss.

CHAPTER 13

Sarah

“That was…”

“Really hot,” Deacon said as we dressed, looking a bit troubled even though we’d just enjoyed a few amazing orgasms. “But we did not come here forthat.”

I side eyed him while adjusting the hem of my tunic shirt down to my knees. “Ididn’t come here at all,” I reminded him. “I was drugged and brought against my will.” But then I thought about my wording and gave him a sinful smile. “Okay, well, I didcomehere, but you know what I mean.”

He smirked at my choice of phrase, then grew serious. “Apologies for thinking I was helping you by bringing you here. I did not know what else to do.”

I leaned against him, and he wrapped me in his muscular arms. Because of our height difference, I snuggled against hisabdomen. No matter how fucked things were, it always felt better to be pressed against him or Jac.

“I understand what you mean,” I whispered, feeling fatigued to my marrow. “I also don’t know what else to do. But I’d like to go home.”

He tangled his fingers in my hair and used the strands to tip my head back, so he was looking down at me and into my eyes. “You still do not wish to call upon your mother?”

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