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He takes me back to the floor instead. Grips my thigh and raises it high, his teeth bared, gaze feral. His mind is fixated on one focus. One goal. Something he can’t find until he’s so deep inside me I cry out, and my head lolls back against the stone. Then he reaches between us, stroking, rubbing, and setting off fireworks.
My lips part. Another dangerous sound trickles out. Another. I hear it this time, echoed back, taunting me.
His name. Over and over, his name leaves my throat. Nothing else.
CHAPTER15
Caspian
They always climax too soon. Or not soon enough.
The pretty ones I plied for Cassius. I’d touch them with hateful hands and feed them lies. I’d look at them with this pretty face, and they would simper, whimper, and moan. They’d orgasm all at once, or in a drawn-out display.
None of it fucking matters. None of them are memorable.
But she…
I slam my length into that tiny cleft and make every inch fit. Her eyes widen. Then she grips me back, clinging to my body like she has a right to. A need to. Like she can’t fucking breathe without me deeper. Harder. So deep it hurts, and she gasps. Then moans and pleads for more.
More more more.
She needs more. More of my cock inside her. More of my mouth on her skin. More of my fingers caressing every fucking inch. It’s never enough.
She writhes for more.
The feeling of her orgasm, her body clenching me like a damn fist, isn’t enough. Isn’t long enough. Intense enough. I make her do it again. Unravel again until her body is drenched, her throat is sore, and she can barely make those noises again.
Then she does. I slam into her for the millionth time, and she moans my name.
Over and over.
And it. Is. Fucking. Never. Enough.
One whimpered, whisperedCaspianis worth a lifetime with Cassius. Two, and I’d give the bastard my soul. A third time…and she has me, stupid little fae. Beautiful fucking, foolish fae.
She says my name, and I’d give her my heart in a bloodied fist. Don’t know why. Don’t care to know why.
I’ll take every grated, whimpered noise until I silence that voice forever. Until she can’t say a fucking word ever again.
Until Cassius chokes on his own twisted jealousy. I feel him. Hear him raging in a wordless howl.
The fae chokes out my name again, and he falls silent. Cassius is dead fucking silent. And it is her doing. Her fucking power.
She makes him disappear. At least until my orgasm steals the last of my strength away, and I go limp, crushing her pale body to the stone floor, devoid of everything.
We’re alone in here, but it doesn’t fucking sound like it. Her panting breaths echo back to me. Cassius’ shouted cries echo back to me. Oh, I’ve done it now. He is so fucking angry.
Good. He should be.
I never wanted him.
Always hated him.
His anger is now so great that he has decided to put an end to this game. Angry enough to send his army of mindless toys after me. He’ll have me dragged back and locked away. Perhaps with Cassiopeia, perhaps without. He’ll make me repay my debt to him.
And he’ll take my fae toy away.
No. I won’t let him.