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“Just trust me.”

Now, with my curiosity burbling to the surface, I go up the front steps, cross the front porch, and rap on the door.

CHAPTER THREE

VANE

I always thinkof Poe when I’m with Win.

Deep into that darkness peering…

I think of who I was before her.

…long I stood there, wondering, fearing…

And I think about who I am now that I have her.

…dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream…

Sometimes, I’m afraid she’ll disappear right before my eyes.

Like a mirage, waters turning to sand, trickling through my fingers.

I never dared to dream of someone like her.

Dreams are for the weak.

“Vane,” she moans and writhes beneath me.

I’m buried deep inside of her, chasing the heat of her.

The soft flesh of her thighs dimples beneath the hard press of my hands.

I hold on. I hold on tighter.

Long I stood there, wondering, fearing…

“Oh god,” she says.

I rock out, push in again.

Her chest is flushed, her nipples pebbled.

Her gaze is far away and then her body starts to float up off the bed.

“Eyes on me, Win,” I order, and she refocuses, her weight hitting the mattress again.

She hasn’t had the Neverland shadow long, and she still loses her grip on the magic.

Especially when I’m fucking her.

Her tiny hand wraps around my wrist, anchoring her to me.

“Harder,” she says on a pant.

“I fuck you any harder, I’m going to break you.”

“No, you won’t,” she says.

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