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Unease curls around me as I push against Corvin’s head, and this time he stops, while I frantically press my dress down for some modesty, even as he leaves his fingers inside me. I’m blushing so hard as he twists his head in their direction.

“All right, you’ve seen enough. Now fuck off,” Corvin snaps, and the trio smirk before they vanish down the hallway and into the main part of the club.

“Shit.” I quickly shift, pushing his fingers out of me as I scramble from him, but he’s on his feet in seconds. With one hand sweeping behind my thighs, he scoops me into his arms in seconds, and I come face-to-face with him.

“You’re mine,” he states. “And I’ve only just started.” He walks us into a nearby room that’s empty. It automatically feels cooler in here with a slight flow of air that I welcome. I might even consider the room beautiful if I weren’t still floating on an orgasm. He kicks the door shut behind us. “Now, you’re safe.”

I laugh, glancing at all the toys hanging around us. “I’m not sure that’s what I’d call it.”

He sets me on my feet and cups the sides of my face. “Look at me.”

And I do because suddenly it’s just us two, and I’ve forgotten the onlookers already. “Around me, nothing will harm you.”

“Except you?”

He grins, and I hate how drawn I feel toward him, how it feels like torture not being plastered to him. My hands fall to his pants, and I make quick work of his belt. His hands tug at my dress, and I let go of his belt as he drags the gown up and over my head.

He steps back, taking in all my naked glory. “I fucking love your body,” he tells me. “Leave the shoes on.”

I cover my breasts, and they’re so tender, my nipples so sensitive. Then I pinch them, adoring the way he watches me. Corvin drops his pants and kicks them aside along with his boots.

I get to finally see what he’s been packing, and my jaw drops open at the sight before me.

He’s dark and so thick that I’m convinced it’ll never fit. Four sets of bulging veins run down its length. Barbs cover the space in between them, and I can’t help myself. I reach over and curl my fingers around his erection. The barbs are slightly soft, still offering a friction I can only imagine as I pump him several times.

He hisses and pushes my hand away. “I’m made for pleasuring you,” he admits with a fierce stare. “My fingers weren’t enough for you earlier, were they?”

“It was incredible, but I want more,” I say.

He’s already moving closer, and I recoil until my legs hit the bed that sits in the center of the room. I lose my balance and fall onto my back, my pulse racing. That’s when I glance up and realize the room has no ceiling, which explains the coolness in here and the circulating air. Stars stare down at us, and I spot a railing just below the missing roof, most of it vanishing into shadows. I only noticed it because one of the dim lights illuminates a corner of the metal railing.

“Um, what is that?” I point, and Corvin glances upward. Then he grins and crawls over me, covering me with his huge body.

“A watching balcony for anyone who chooses to.”

I blink at him, suddenly insecure, and he must see the panic on my face, as he makes a cooing sound.

“No one will join, seeing as the club is quiet tonight. It’s only me you need to worry about,” he teases. And I promise to go slow for your first time.”

“All right, if you think it’ll be fine.”

He grins, staring down at me as I spread my legs for him. “Your vulnerability drives me insane. But now, I want to hear you really scream for me. Are you ready for me?”

“I am,” I say softly, both nervous and ridiculously excited. I take one last look at the shadows crowding the walls beneath the ceiling, unsure how anyone would even get up there.

Corvin kisses my lips, then my face, and works down my body. I forget everything else. This huge monster, his bony wings tucked in against his back. I’m tiny compared to him, and yet he’s still tender with the way he traces every inch of my body with his hands, how he takes my breasts into his mouth, sucking and flicking my nipples.

I arch my back, moaning, unable to believe I’m about to do this. He reaches back up and kisses me on the mouth before his tongue licks across my lips. And takes strokes down my body, between the valley of my breasts and over my stomach.

Then he draws back onto his knees and towers over me. His hands slide over my knees to pull them open and toward me, lifting my pelvis off the bed. He glances down at how extremely vulnerable I am, at everything I have on show for him.

“What a pretty little hole,” he whispers. “And that puckered ass. I’ll fuck that too, but not tonight. I can’t get enough of seeing you spread like this for me. It screws up my head, making me fucking psychotic and wanting to keep you all to myself.”

I draw my lower lip between my teeth, and being on display elicits a sweet arousal I’m not expecting. It pulses through me, my muscles down there clenching as a thrill flutters across my pussy.

“Delicious. Look how your slick slips out for me.”

“Are you just going to stare?” I ask nervously.