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I nod. “Really.”

Her grin turns wicked and her hand slides down my belly. “Nothing?”

Christ alive, a man can only take so much temptation! My cock springs to life and I groan when her fingertips trace lower. I make myself put my hand on hers and stop her.

“But you don’t have to do that. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

She tugs her hand from beneath mine and I let her. Then she takes me off guard by reaching up to pull on my horn and bring our foreheads together. “William, what I want is to feel your hands and mouth and skin on mine. I want you to make me feel like you did the other night. Because I don’t want to end this day feeling like the slut someone spat on. I want to end it feeling like your princess.”

God in His heaven, how can I resist?

SEVENTEEN

Jessie

William’s eyes widen and I have a moment to process the fact that he really didn’t expect anything from me tonight. Nothing at all. Not even after he walked in on my stripping for those assholes. Not even after witnessing my humiliation. Instead of walking away in disgust, he’s treating me like some treasure. Not even after he had to come to my rescue like a freaking hero from a storybook.

His words about my being a gem that can’t be tarnished are still resounding in my heart when he rolls me onto my back and the delicious weight of his large body nestles between my thighs. “Ah, Jessie, you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”

He lifts my hands above my head, but doesn’t keep me pinned there, though he easily could. Instead, he runs rough palms down my arms. When he finally reaches my breasts, I’m aching for his touch there. He cups them tenderly. “The most perfect treasure.”

My back is arching off the bed when he finally lowers his lips to my skin. His hot mouth envelops half my breast as he suckles first one, then the other. He pushes my breasts together to feast on them as if he could stay and do nothing else for the rest of the night.

Eventually, he raises his head. When he does, we’re both breathing unevenly.

“You know what I’m going to ask you, don’t you?”

I nod. “I am. I’m sure. I want this.”

“And you know that this makes me yours? I won’t say it makes you mine. In my heart it’s true already, but the only person who can make that choice is you. Once I get inside that glorious little pussy, that’s it. I’m done for. You’ll never be rid of me.”

I reach down and stroke his cheek. He stills, leaning into my light touch.

“I don’t want to be rid of you, you dork. That’s what I’m trying to say. I want that. I want you. And if you’re mine, then I’m yours. If you’ll have me.”

A smile plays at the edge of his lips, but he grows serious again quickly. “And there’s the ah... the knot.”

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