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“Daddy’s been naughty,” I whispered, smiling to myself. “Defiling my pillow.”
I ran my fingers over the wetness again before bringing them to my lips and sucking them clean. His flavor burst on my tongue, just like it had when I’d sucked him off in our dreamwalk. Closing my eyes, I fed. It wasn’t near enough, but it took the edge off.
The flood of him through my system, both in my mouth and via my power, was enough to bring me right to the edge of climax. Grim had done his job well. He’d known I would be helpless to resist such an offering in my current state.
I couldn’t find it in myself to be upset with him for his heavy-handed approach. I was too moved by the reason behind it. He’d wanted to take care of me in the only way I’d allow.
Goddamn him.
There was so much he didn’t know. So much I’d done wrong.
And I couldn’t forget the little detail of their competition to knock me up. They’d kept plenty from me. I should still be angry.
Instead, I was touched and turned on.
I could only do something about one of those things. Which was why I focused on the pressure of my fingers circling over my clit, my face turned towards what would for now and forever be known as Grim’s pillow.
I came in less than a minute, a quiet but powerful orgasm that had my toes curling and his name escaping me on a whimper. I hoped he was listening.
Apparently the combination of finally feeding plus the release was enough to send me straight to sleep. Or maybe that was just the safety I felt being surrounded by the scent of one of the only men who’d ever tried to take care of me.
I knew this hadn’t changed anything. I was still pissed, and if and when I confronted him, there was a lot he had to answer for. But nothing was going to be resolved tonight, so there was no use worrying about it.
Instead I was going to bask in my afterglow.
An afterglow that turned into a beautiful dream I hadn’t expected. Soft, warm sand, a perpetually setting sun, the calm lapping of waves, and strong hands rubbing my back and working out the tension I hadn’t even known was there.
“Oh, keep making those noises, darling, and I’ll have to break my promise to remain a gentleman.”
“I’m pretty sure you never made one of those,” I murmured, sleepy and content.
Luc’s laughter was warm against the back of my neck as he leaned down to press a kiss there. “Of course I did.”
“That feels so good,” I moaned when he dug his thumb into a particularly stubborn knot.
“What has you so tense, my beautiful girl? You’re here in paradise with your dream lover. What could make you strung so tightly?”
I sighed and rolled over, sitting up on my elbows so I could face him. He was still one of the most beautiful men I’d ever seen. My brain was a real hot guy factory.
“My life is a shit sandwich.”
Luc frowned, his eyes seeming to sparkle in the sunlight. “How so?”
I scrunched my nose and shook my head. “I’d rather not talk about it. The whole goal of this place is to forget the real world.”
He studied me intently. “Maybe your subconscious knows you need something else.”
“Like what?”
“To unburden yourself.”
Rolling my eyes, I huffed out a laugh. “You don’t want to hear this.”
“Try me.”
“The men who are supposed to keep me safe are secretly trying to get me pregnant. How’s that?”
His eyes widened, and a flash of anger lit their depths. “What?”
