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“Do that again,” I groan.

She clenches around me again, and I see stars. Heat builds in my balls, in my spine, in my blood.

I fall forward, bracing my weight on one hand while wrapping my other around her throat—right over the ribbon she never takes off. It’s used as armor, but somehow as soft as her skin.

“Okay?” I ask, slowing my thrusts.

“Yes.”

I hold her gaze, applying pressure.

“More,” she rasps. “Harder. Faster.”

All I want is to please her, so I do as she commands.

I pound into her, hard and fast, grip tightening around her throat as her cheeks turn pink and tears stream down them.

“You fucking love this, don’t you?”

She can’t speak, but her smile… That fucking smile confirms it.

I clutch her throat until she’s gasping, and then I release her, gathering her to me as I kneel on the bed. Her legs lock around my waist as I thrust up into her, hitting her deeper. She runs her fingers through my hair, kisses me softly. My pacing slows as our touches turn sensual, reverent. She tips her head back, baring her throat and leaving her vulnerable to me. Her ribbon slips just enough to reveal a silver scar that’s as bright as her gaze. I’m lost to madness as I lean forward and kiss it.

Her head snaps forward, chin cracking into my forehead, and she yelps.

“Fuck.” I still. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” she says breathlessly. “You startled me.”

“I didn’t mean to overstep.”

“You didn’t, Riven. Just—” She rolls her hips. “Keep going.”

I watch her for a second longer, cock still buried deep inside her, unsure if I crossed a line.

She frames my face with her hands. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” she whispers. “Except stop when I specifically asked you not to.” Her grin turns wicked as she lifts up and slams down on me. “You going to make me do all the work?”

“Actually,” I growl, holding her tight as I shift onto my back, forcing her to straddle me. I tuck my arms behind my head. “I’d like that very much.”

She rolls her eyes, which earns a slap to her ass.

Her gasp is a sound of delight as she rocks forward, starting slow and finding her stride. Her pace builds until she’s recklessly chasing her pleasure, encouraging mine.

All at once, the awkward tension from earlier evaporates, and it’s just us—little witch and grandsire, both of us on the verge of ruin.

She sets a brutal pace, and I encourage it, gripping her ass, slapping it when she slows.

I lean up, taking each nipple into my mouth, licking and sucking until she’s shaking.

“Come for me, Gwyn,” I beg, falling back again, desperate to watch her break apart all around me.

“Say the word,” she gasps.

“Please.”

That single word sends her over the edge, and I find myself chanting it as I follow.

I haven’t been able to fall asleep.