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My head falls back as he kisses, bites, claims every inch of my skin, his hands parting my thighs, fingers skimming higher, teasing me through the thin scrap of fabric keeping me from him.

“You’re drenched.” He groans, rubbing slow, torturous circles over my core. “All for me.”

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice breaking. Only for you. Always for you.

His mouth crashes back onto mine, and I melt into him, my body trembling as his fingers slip inside me, curling, stretching, filling. I moan into his kiss, rolling my hips against his hand, needing more, more, more.

He growls, pulling away just enough to look at me, his silver-blue eyes burning with something dangerous.

“Kneel.”

The command sends a shiver through me.

I obey.

I drop to my knees, my fingers trailing down his abdomen as I unlace his pants, my breath quickening as he springs free, thick, heavy, already leaking for me.

I shouldn’t want this as much as I do. But I do. Gods, I do.

I wrap my hand around him, stroking slow, savoring the way his muscles tighten, the way his breath hitches when I swipe my tongue over the tip.

“Vivienne,” he rasps, his fingers tangling in my hair.

I take him into my mouth, my lips stretching around him, hollowing my cheeks as I suck him deep.

He curses, his grip tightening, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. I moan around him, my tongue swirling, my pace quickening.

He groans, low, guttural, wrecked. His hands guide my movements, but I set the rhythm, dragging him to the edge with every flick of my tongue, every stroke of my lips.

“You’re going to make me—” His voice is tight, strangled.

I don’t stop. I want to ruin him the way he’s ruined me.

His hips snap forward, his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I take him, swallow him, own him.

His growl echoes through the cave, and then?—

He yanks me off him, panting, shaking.

Before I can catch my breath, he flips me around, presses me against the wall, and parts my legs with his knee.

“Now,” he growls against my ear, his breath hot, his hands gripping my hips. “I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to.”

And then—nothing.

The unbearable pause before the fall.

I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing, aching.

Waiting for him to claim me again.

Chapter Six

ORION VOSS

She is still panting when I pull her up, pressing her against the cold stone of the cave.

Her body—soft, warm, trembling—melts into mine, but I can still feel the raw need thrumming through her, setting her on fire from the inside out. She’s desperate, just as I am. Just as she has always been.

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