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For a long time, I thought Cronus had made me wrong, formed me so I couldn't feel a single positive emotion, only anger and hatred and resentment. Haley's reaction made me wish he had.
In slow motion, I saw a tall, slim bottle of sapphire liquid roll towards the edge of the table, but I was a little distracted by Haley grabbing a fistful of the black T-shirt I wore and yanking me into a bruising kiss.
I groaned, dragging her against me, tasting her moan when she ground her hips against my cock. I'd been hard since I saw her in the doorway, the bare skin of her thigh a sinful temptation.
"I love you," she gasped between fierce kisses. "I loved you even when I hated you."
I cursed and wrenched her back for a rougher, biting kiss, owning her with every nip of my teeth, every stroke of my tongue, every bruising press of my lips.
"You're fucking mine," I growled, ducking to grab the backs of her thighs, my eyes nearly rolling back at the feel of her soft, heated skin.
She shuddered, fingers locking behind my neck, her eyes dark and glossy with need. Fuck, she was even more beautiful like this. How was that possible? I'd seen this woman kill and hadn't thought there'd ever be a sexier sight.
"Again," she panted, biting her bottom lip when her pussy settled over my hard cock, only my sweatpants between us.
"You—" I growled, grabbing her ass and squeezing tight enough to leave marks, "Are—" I caught her bottom lip in my teeth, grinding until blood beaded on my tongue, surrounding all my senses until I couldn't hold back a low, vibrating noise. "Mine."
She gasped, writhing against me, covering my mouth in demanding kisses. "Wyn."
The next noise I made came from deep in my chest, guttural and raw. I used my grip on her ass to grind her pussy against my cock, leaving a wet patch on my pants that drove me fucking wild. I wanted to be covered in her arousal, wanted to wear her scent so there was no doubt that she was mine and I was hers.
"That name," I told her, "is my ultimate weakness. I'm desperate to hear it from your lips every waking moment. I don't care that you only use it when I'm injured; I'll happily draw blood if it puts that name on your tongue."
Although if I could coax it from her with pleasure, that was even better…
"You're insane," she panted, and jumped, clinging to me when a shatter echoed through the cluttered room.
I sighed. The jar had finally rolled off the table. This was just what I needed when my mate's pussy ached for me, so hot I could feel it through the fabric between us.
"Shit, what was that?" she gasped, her grey-blue eyes wide as she scanned the room—and stiffened when she spied the broken bottle on the floor, a plume of thick sapphire smoke rising from it.
"Ignore it," I commanded, my voice deep and hard in a way I hadn't planned. Haley's eyes returned to me, her pupils dilated. Mouth parted on quick breaths. Beautiful.
"You like being told what to do," I remembered, squeezing her ass. "And if I remember rightly, dirty talk will make that sweet pussy wet for me. But filthy talk makes your cunt soaked, isn't that right, honey?"
Her throat bobbed. "No," she lied.
I laughed, glancing down between our bodies, her shirt rucked up so I could see a glimpse of that sinful pussy. I could smell her arousal, soaked into my pants, and my mouth watered.
"So you won't drip all over my pants if I tell you all I've been able to think about for weeks is ripping your clothes off, spreading these thighs that are trembling around me, and filling your needy little cunt over and over, until you've come so many times you can't take it anymore?"
"Wyn," she whimpered, breathing faster.
"Hm," I said, kneading the soft flesh of her ass and so turned on that fire ran through my veins. "I think you soaked the fabric all the way through, honey. I bet my cock's covered in your arousal. Is that pussy desperate for me? Does it ache for me?"
"Yes," she muttered in a sulky little whine that inflated my ego.
I dragged my lips up her throat, impressing the shape of my smirk on her skin. "I know you're a good girl, Halwen. And good girls beg for what they want, don't they?"
She nodded, fast.
"So tell me what you want. Beg for it."
She squirmed against me. "Touch me, Wyn. Please. I need you to touch me."
I kissed the edge of her jaw, throwing a glare at the corner of the room where the thick blue smoke was resolving into the shape of a man. If he could take a hint, he'd fuck off back into the glass he'd come from.
"Touch you where, honey? That's awfully vague."
