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He’s so fucking considerate.

Thinking about it increases the tension coiling in my belly. How he saved me in the arena. Took care of me for days. Literally committed murder with me. Each memory of his devotion builds upon the other. My lungs burn from breathing so hard, and sweat coats my body.

I need more.

“Please,” I plead, not even sure exactly what I’m begging for.

Trinte ignores my begging, keeping his rhythm steady. It makes things worse — better? — for me. Slipping my hand into my underwear, I shove two fingers inside my soaking center. It’s not enough.

“Trinte, please.” I’m sobbing, riding my hand like death is waiting around the corner, and the one thing stopping it is my pleasure.

I whimper when he lets go of my breasts to snarl, “Remind me what that pretty face looks like when you’re cumming.”

The hand on my lower back begins a punishing pace, helping me fuck my fingers. Closing my eyes, I try to envision it’s his cock inside me. Filling me up.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he purrs. “Think of how good it’ll feel when I’m finally inside you again. Making you mine.”

Those three words are my undoing. My back arches as I let out a cry of unadulterated pleasure.

“There you go,” Trinte says from a different universe, his hot mouth kissing my chest.

Coming back to this reality is almost painful. That is, until my eyes flutter open to see his expression of adoration.

“Stunning,” he breathes, his smile so painfully vulnerable, I want to weep from the gift of it.

Removing my fingers, soaked with my pleasure, I go to wipe them on my shirt, he shakes his head. Confused, I furrow my brows.

This big, beautiful blue Dragon sticks out his tongue. Without hesitating, I press my fingers into his mouth. He suckles, running his tongue along the seam of them. Lust zings down my spine again, my body ready for everything he’s willing to give.

Inhaling a steadying breath, I say, “Would that count as slow?”

Releasing my fingers, Trinte licks his lips. “I assure you, Firefly, you’ll know when slow is over.”

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Kyrielle consumes me.

It’s at this moment, I know without a doubt that if she rejects me, it’ll be the end. Because if a creature so stunning finds me unworthy, there’s no hope.

Eager to make myself invaluable, I ask, “Can I get you anything?”

Her body is softening, pliant from the orgasm that appeared to rock her world. Kyrielle shakes her head lazily, eyes half-lidded. “I’m good. Like, really good.”

I chuckle, pressing her against my chest. She snuggles in, resting her head on my shoulder. Closing my eyes, I savor the soft heat of her skin. This shirt’s in the way of everything I could possibly want.

And yet, it must stay on.

Running fingers through her hair, I murmur, “You’re spectacular; you know that, right?”

A little shiver runs through her body. She turns her head to face my neck, burrowing her forehead. “Feel free to remind me of that all the time.”

I hum. “Want to hear something interesting?”

“Sure.”

“You’re spectacular.”

Her laugh is quiet. One of her hands comes to rest on my chest, right above my heart. “Quick learner.”