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I think I do.

His shadow touches the underside of my breast and slowly inches upwards. I watch with bated breath, my pussy positively flooded with need, as the dark tendril begins to flick at my peaked nipple. The sensation’s cold, almost as if I’m being touched by an ice cube, but it’s almost immediately countered by Xander’s hot mouth.

His lips capture my aching nipple, and he pulls it between his teeth.

I didn’t know my breasts could be so sensitive, but I swear I could come just from this alone.

I moan and push my breast even further into Xander’s waiting mouth, and he wastes no time laving at my nub with his tongue. Additional tendrils of shadow curl around my neglected nipple and pinch it sharply.

“Fuck, Xander,” I whisper as I begin to gyrate my hips against his thigh, desperate to alleviate the ache between my legs.

Friction.

I need friction.

He presses his hard cock against me, his length straining against his dress pants.

“Do you feel what you do to me, my love?” he rasps huskily in my ear.

He must’ve stopped sucking on my nipple at some point, but I didn’t even notice, mainly because it stillfeelsas if someone is licking at it with an ice-cold tongue.

“I’m so wet, Xand,” I whisper.

I desperately try to chase his lips with my own, but he steps away from me with a savage grin.

“And what would you propose I do about that?”

“Touch me,” I all but plead. “Lick me. Fuck me. I don’t care!”

He laughs darkly and grabs ahold of one of my breasts, squeezing it gently.

“Look at these perfect breasts,” he whispers. “They were made to fit in my hand.” His fingers move to join his shadows wreaking havoc on my nipples. He pinches both in tandem to the dark tendrils pulling on them. “And look at these pretty pink nipples. Did you like when I sucked on them, Serafina?”

“Yes.” I’m almost crying now.

“So what do you want me to do next?” His hands leave my breasts and trail down my sides before stopping on my waist. One of his hands continues to dip lower, lower, lower until it’s underneath my skirt. He experimentally rubs at my slit through my panties and then curses. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“Please, Xand.” Tears cascade down my cheeks as I feel an orgasm rapidly approaching.

I’m so close. So, so close. One single touch will send me careening over that elusive edge.

I begin to rub my thighs together, hoping that will be enough to jumpstart my orgasm, when everything suddenly…stops. Xander’s hands leave me a fraction of a second before his shadows stop their ministrations on my breasts.

I blink at my necromancer mate in confusion. “What the?—?”

He leans towards me and presses his lips to mine. It’s a quick kiss, chaste by some standards, but still causes my stomach to flip over itself.

When he pulls away, he’s grinning smugly—the expression so unlike my normally serious and almost stoic Xander that I gape at him.

“Only good girls get orgasms,” he tells me.

Only good girls…?

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

KIAN

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