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The tips of her fingers make quick, gentle circles around her clit, and I fucking love how my blushing female isn’t shy about this.

When she wraps her hand around mine, making me mimic her own motions, my hips jerk as my cock releases.

“That’s all it takes for me, Willow. This pretty pink cunt, so fucking wet and ready for me.”

Her fingernails dig into my wrist, and I hiss my surprised approval before clutching at her thighs and spreading her further apart.

The better to taste her.

She’s sweet as honey on my tongue, and the way she rakes her fingers across my scalp only drives my desire for her higher.

Despite the warmth of my spend, my cock’s already hard again, and I lap at her essence as she rides my face towards her pleasure.

“More,” she moans, and I groan in approval as I thrust a finger inside her hot channel. I watch her face, her eyes heavy-lidded as she works her hips in time with my tongue. When I add a second finger, stretching her around me, she gasps.

And when I crook my fingers inside her, finding the spot and stroking it, she shatters with my name on her lips.

I don’t stop, nothing could tear me away from my mate, and I lap at the proof of her pleasure until she’s writhing again, working towards another orgasm.

My own need doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but bringing her pleasure, nothing exists outside the two of us in this moment.

I could do this forever.

Finally, she pushes my head away, gasping for air.

A sheen of sweat sparkles on her forehead, her beautiful face more relaxed and flushed than I’ve ever seen it before.

“I can’t come again,” she starts, but gasps as I drag my fangs along her clit, her hands clenching in my hair.

I let out a low chuckle. “You can.”

“I can’t,” she insists, pushing me away, but her soft smile tells me she very well knows that I could bring her to the edge again.

“Later?” I ask, and she gives me a shy nod that has me reaching for her, needing another kiss.

Needing her to show me she feels the same way about me as I do about her—or, at the very least, that she could.

Chapter 12

WILLOW

Idon’t quite know what to do with myself.

I don’t quite know if I’ve ever felt this… relaxed. My whole body seems to be humming, a low buzz of limp muscles too well-pleased to be anything but relaxed and satisfied.

Not to mention, I’m so suddenly aware of every inch of my body that I don’t think I could go back to the way I have been living.

Quiet. Unnoticed.

I’ve never felt alive like I do now, unraveled and unkempt in my kitchen chair, in the arms and lap of a silver-haired fae prince who says I’m his mate.

I know that I am tired of arguing the point.

All my well-reasoned logic about why I shouldn’t be with Kieran, why I shouldn’t enjoy myself, are still there, crowding the back of my mind.

“We should set some relationship rules,” I blurt out, surprising both of us.

He stares at me with those otherworldly eyes, the color so intense I could get lost in them.

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