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“Do you like it when I kiss you here?” she asked, her lips brushing lightly across the tip of his cock.
“God, yes,” he answered, wondering if all of her questions were to be so easily answered.
Her tongue swept experimentally across the head of his arousal, drawing a grown from his lips. “And that as well?”
“Yes,” he gasped, answering her questions with the same word, again and again, as she tormented him.
She drew him into her wet mouth and suckled, then drew him deeper and sucked harder. She spun her tongue around his tip, then scraped her teeth lightly over the place where his shaft met the head of his cock. She fisted the base of him in her fingers as her head bobbed up and down, quickly driving him wild with need.
And after every wicked act, she asked if he was pleased until he didn’t know if he was giving affirmation or begging for more.
“And now the last question.” She raked her nails across his swollen sac as her fist continued to slide up and down.
“Yes, anything,” he growled low in his throat, resisting the urge to thrust his hips forward and speed the friction of her hand on his cock. He was trying to play his part and let her lead, for he would demand the same submission when it was her turn to be bound to the tree.
And it would be her turn, whether she realized it or not.
“Do the things I’ve done make you feel the same way you did before? In your heart?” Her words crashed through him, shattering his expectations and taking the edge off his arousal.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, kissing the head of his cock. “Just tell me the truth.”
“No,” he said, his throat tight. “No, it isn’t the same.”
And it wasn’t. He still cared for her, enjoyed her, but that wild freedom, that feeling of being head over heels in love with Calliope wasn’t there. What he couldn’t understand, however, was why that should feel like it was breaking his heart.
“Thank you,” she said, sounding like she meant it.
She set back to work, suckling, stroking, claiming him until even the sadness swelling in his chest couldn’t keep him
from tumbling over the edge.
“I’m going to come, Calliope. I’m so close.”
She moaned her encouragement around his throbbing flesh and that was all it took. He cried out as he lost himself in her mouth. Almost immediately the black began to fade from his vision, clearing in time for him to look down and see her—eyes closed, bare breasts framing his cock as she swallowed him down.
It was a beautiful sight to behold, but for some reason he still felt…empty.
If this was what it felt like to be released from Calliope’s power, it was no wonder that Rosamund still slept. Maybe, on some level, the princess knew nothing could be as wonderful as the dreams Calliope’s magic had given her. Maybe she’d decided she didn’t want to wake up, no matter what prince came to save her.
He supposed they would find out tomorrow, likely the last day they would spend together.
“It’s for the best,” she said, looking up at him from where she knelt on the grass. “I can see you clearly now, too. I swear, I didn’t mean to make you love me. It must have been a side effect from the spell I cast, hoping to free myself from the dungeon. But, it’s broken now, so…”
“I believe you.” Aaron swallowed hard and stretched his arms and legs, newly released from their confinement. “Now, will you answer me one question?”
“Of course.”
“Do you regret the things we’ve done? Now that we see each other clearly?”
“No,” she said, heat in her blue eyes. “I don’t regret any of the pleasure we’ve given each other. Do you?”
“Of course not. And I’m glad you feel that way, because now it’s your turn.” Without another word, he lifted her from the ground and carried her back to the camp.
It might not be love between them, but it was excellent sex and he wasn’t going to waste his last night with Calliope nursing a broken enchantment.
Or a broken heart.
CHAPTER EIGHT
