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This is basic instinct.

This is feral need and desire.

It’s intoxicating, freeing, and it scares me to death.

My whole chest throbs. “W-What are you doing?”

“I couldn’t have you while you were in heat.”

I swallow. “You’re not meant to have me now.”

Stephan smiles and then closes the gap, his fingers a light dance of sparking desire over my skin, so light it’s almost not there and yet I feel it to my very last atom.

“Thing is,” he murmurs, lips traveling along my throat, his mouth not touching mine where I want it, his fingers not going where I want them, “you get all tense and then a panic attack comes on. Seems like I have to relax you.”

Now he nibbles a path from my throat to my ear, and he sucks on my lobe. Everything is wet between my thighs, and I swear I’m a furnace that keeps combusting and melting over and over again.

He touches my inner thighs, parting them. Shock waves of need roll through me.

“What are you doing?” I ask again.

“Relieving stress.” He eases me back until I’m sprawled on the seat and he hovers over me.

“You said we couldn’t.”

“When you were in heat, all I did was touch. Now I need to taste. But you’ll still be a virgin. I’d be remiss if I didn’t show you one other way of pleasure, Princess.”

He kisses me then, a deep, slow kiss that undoes me from deep inside. And then he goes down on his knees, pushes the skirt up to my hips. “My mouth, Princess, on your sweet, wet pussy.”

“Wait, what? What are you?—”

Panic flutters as he peels my panties to one side, and then his tongue and mouth close over my lower lips.

And I lose my mind. Completely.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-EIGHT

Stephan

Fuck, she comes a little, not much, but the act of me putting my mouth on her is enough. And I’m so fucking hard, I’m going to almost regret this.

Almost. But now her taste is in my mouth, on my tongue. And there’s no way I can fucking regret it.

I lick her, up to her clit. It’s not slick, but she’s so fucking sweet, so divine, I know if I’d done more than touch her as she came down from her heat, if I’d been allowed near her while she was in the throes, no one could have stopped me. Not one person. I’d have killed everyone just to get her taste.

And then I’d have spent a week rutting her, knotting her. I’d have done it, prolonged it as much as I could, and then repeated the act until neither of us could move.

I can barely keep my dick in my pants as it is, and she isbeyond anything. This sacred gift belongs to me and only me, and if anyone, ever, tries to touch her, I’ll rip them apart limb from fucking limb.

Slowly, torturing us both, I lick her, dipping my tongue into the tight heat of her canal, and the tiny little throbs of her cunt on my tongue almost set me off.

She tastes the way I think violets should. Sweet and addictive, like honey. She’s summer. Spring.

She’s all the decadent things I’ve ever had, and she’s mine.

I suck on her clit, and she cries out. I want to just get her off with my tongue, and as she starts to writhe against me, pulling at me, shoving that fucking hot little pussy into my face, grinding it, I know she wants more, so I add my fingers.

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