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My fingers tangled in his hair, before instinct took over and I grabbed his horns, my fists squeezing around the ridged length of them, holding him in place. “Devlin!” I cried out

Pleasure exploded, my second orgasm crashing into me with the force of a tidal wave. Devlin’s tongue matched every pulse, perfectly tuned to my pleasure, his groans harmonizing with my moans as I came so hard stars exploded behind my closed eyelids.

Chapter 19. Devlin

My tongue moved on instinct, desperate and greedy, as if my very soul had been waiting for the taste of Jen my entire life. The world beyond her faded, a distant hum swallowed by the sound of her breathless moans, by the way her body arched and offered itself to me with every flick and stroke of my tongue.

But with every lick, an ache bloomed deep in my chest.

This won’t last forever. Jen is going to move on. She’ll return to her coven, reclaim her life...

... and I’d be expected to do the same.

Except now that I’d tasted her, now that I’d felt her, I knew I wouldn’t be able to.

“You have no idea how good you taste,” I rasped, my voice wrecked with hunger before I dragged my tongue through her again, starving for more. I swirled, dipped, flicked, determined to have all of her in case this was the only time—I couldn’t finish the thought.

The way she squirmed beneath me, responding to me, had my own need tightening into something unbearable. My balls ached, my cock throbbed, desperate for release. Desperate for her.

“Come with me,” I pleaded, sucking her swollen clit into my mouth, teasing it with the firm, wet pressure of my tongue.

The moment I’d let my senses flood back in, the moment I’d scented her undiluted amber and jasmine arousal, it had already been fucking inevitable. Just her pleasure alone was going to have me coming in my pants.

Her body tensed, that first, perfect flutter of release starting to pulse around me, seeping into me, filling me. Her hands clasped around the base of my horns, pulling me deeper into her and holding me in place. My entire body seized as she pulled mytongue harder against her, forcing me to take every last drop of her pleasure. “Devlin!” she cried out.

Pride swelled inside me, molten and brutal.

It was my name on her lips.

Not Kieran’s.

Not some stranger’s in a bar.

Mine.

Heat coiled in my gut, surging lower. Pleasure ripped through me—shuddering, violent and beyond my control. I came hard enough that my vision blurred, my cock pulsing in the confines of my pants as her orgasm dragged me under with her. Her pleasure was like ambrosia, pouring into me, feeding me in a way I had never experienced before. I wanted to drown in her. To taste her again, and again, to make her scream my name until her voice was hoarse.

But then a small, involuntary tremble rippled through her limbs, and my hazy, pleasure-drunk mind snapped back into focus.

Goosebumps prickled over her flushed skin. She was cold.

My fault—I’d shredded her dress, stripped her bare beneath the open night air, so fucking lost in my hunger. My need for her was suddenly overpowered by something stronger. The urge to take care of her. To protect her.

My shadows peeled back from my body, retracting as I leaned up, pressing a lingering kiss against the soft curve of her belly.

I felt deep grooves beneath my fingers where my talons had punched through the blanket, grounding me as I feasted on her. Slowly, I unclenched my grip, releasing the fabric.

I never wanted this to end.

And yet, as I wrapped my arms around her, I already felt the night slipping through my fingers.

“We should head back,” I murmured, pulling off my shirt.

Jen gave a soft, absent hum in response, her gaze still dazed, her body languid as she weakly sat up. What was left of her shredded dress slipped from her shoulders, the fabric pooling around her. I crouched beside her, wrapping my shirt around her bare skin, taking my time as I rolled up the sleeves and carefully buttoned the front.

Jen’s eyes drifted downward, and I caught the exact moment she saw the damp patch on my pants.

Her cheeks flushed—that deep, beautiful pink that I’d already come to crave—and I made no move to cover the evidence of just how much I’d enjoyed being between her legs.

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