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“Why don’t you find out for yourself,” she taunted me.
I growled behind her, low and dark. “Bend over the railing.”
She obeyed without hesitation, gripping the cold iron as I shoved her dress up to her hips. I pushed her underwear down to her knees, then I fit my hand between her legs from behind, relishing her soft, slick skin, the heat, the way she shivered when my fingers caressed her pussy.
I had her exactly where I wanted her…and I still couldn’t do it. Couldn’t allow myself to be hurt by getting attached. Not when the odds of her surviving Illiapol were so slim. Not when it would ruin me to lose her.
So I did the only thing I could bear and slid a finger inside of her.
She groaned in frustration. “That’s not your cock.”
I crooked my fingers just right, hunting for the spot that would make her shake. “Complaining?”
She gasped. “Only if you stop.”
I fucked her with my finger, while my other hand returned to her clit, stroking her in rhythm. Her hips jerked. Shewhimpered. When I added both together, she nearly sobbed with pleasure.
“I want to feel you come,” I murmured against the back of her neck.
She pressed her ass against my aching, straining shaft. “I want…to come on your cock.”
“You have the filthiest mouth.”And I loved it.
“Mmm.” Her voice was wrecked as her head fell back. “So close…”
I drove her right to the edge and when she finally cried out, her body shaking against mine, I wrapped an arm around her to hold her upright as her orgasm swept through her.
Once her climax ebbed, I withdrew my finger and put her underwear and dress back in place. She turned around to face me, eyes half-lidded with desire.
A seductive smile curved her lips. “Your bedroom or mine?”
Gods, it would be so easy to say yes to either of those things. She looked flushed and radiant, her pupils blown wide, hair tousled by the breeze. She was everything I wanted in that moment. Everything I craved.
But she was also everything I could lose.
I brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, trying to memorize the feel of her skin beneath my fingertips. I didn’t pull her close. I didn’t kiss her. I didn’t allow myself that pleasure.
“I can’t,” I whispered, my voice cracking on the last word.
Her smile faltered. “Can’t or won’t?”
“I want to. I ache to be inside of you. But if I do this…if I have you like that, I won’t be able to stop.” I cupped her face gently, letting my forehead rest against hers. “I’m already falling,” I said, almost too quiet to hear. “And if you don’t make it through Illiapol, it will destroy me to lose you.”
Her breath caught. “Mal…”
I kissed her temple instead of her mouth. A coward’s compromise. Then I stepped away, one pace, then another, until the space between us was enough to breathe, but not enough to stop the confusion and hurt I saw swirling in her eyes.
“Sweet dreams, Jenny,” I murmured, then turned my back on the only thing I’d ever truly wanted this badly.
I didn’t say another word. Just walked back inside, carrying the weight of everything I couldn’t let myself feel for her.
CHAPTER 22
Jenny
When Discord said she was bringing me a weapon, I imagined steel, something sharp, something that might give me a fighting chance in a den of vipers. I didn’t not expect a dress.
“That?” I stared in disbelief at the absurdly dramatic bundle of silk and tulle in her hands like it had personally insulted me. “Are you serious?”
