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He continued working me, pausing once in a while to pay attention to the swollen, needy bundle of nerves crying out for him. When he gently sucked it into his mouth and swirled around it with his tongue, I whimpered.

“I love the sounds you make,” he said, spreading me open with his thumbs. I’d never felt so exposed, but I was so desperate for him at the same time. I needed this. I deserved to know what love really felt like.

“Torvo,” I whined again. “Something’s…I’m almost…” I didn’t know how to explain exactly, but whatever it was had me ready to use my power to force him to keep touching me.

“As you wish, Princess.” Then he used a beautiful combination of hands and mouth to wind me so tight, the explosion was inevitable.

“Come for me,” he coaxed. He curled his fingers deep and pressed down on my clit with the palm of his other hand, launching me into an uncontrollable ecstasy that shattered my every thought.

I screamed, clutching him to me as he continued his movements, slowly carrying me back to my body. Crawling over me again, he stared down at me with half-hooded eyes and glistening lips. I still couldn’t find words, so I guided his head to mine. This kiss was languid and less hurried, and it tasted of…me.

“Thank you,” he said, hand splayed over my stomach. Where his fingers landed just below my breast, my skin tingled with renewed want. How could this man keep my body in such a constant state of desire?

“We’re not done,” I said, watching his face as I grasped his cock. “So hard, so ready.” I tried to copy the filthy talk he’d used to make me come apart, but I wasn’t sure it worked as well.

I don’t think he minded though because he couldn’t help but move along with my hand.

“I want you inside of me,” I said, trying again. It was true. He was so much larger than Serano, but he was welcome, and my body was more than ready—it was weeping for him.

“I’m going to wipe away all memory of your past, Princess. I promise.”

“I know.”

I hooked my arms around his neck, and he pulled me back over him as he sat on the bed. There was nothing between us this time. He’d removed his trousers at some point, and I hadn’t noticed. But it felt so right as I slid along his length, on top as I was sure he’d intended. He was letting me know I was in control.

Lifting my hips, I positioned myself over him and slowly slid down, taking him in inch by glorious inch. He whispered soft words of encouragement, guiding my hips gently as he spread me wider. It was a delicious sensation, and I wanted more even though he was being so careful. I plunged down on top of him, making us both moan. I had to do the same move twice more to get him completely seated inside of me. I’d never felt so full—so sensitive.

“Help me,” I breathed in his ear as I rocked over him. “I want more.”

In answer, he lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist as he walked me to the wall. Eyes locked on mine he said, “Tell me if it’s too much.”

With my back braced against the wall, he pulled out a bit and then slid back in.

“More,” I demanded.

He did it again, sliding farther out and coming back harder.

“Better, but more.”

His mouth covered mine as he slipped back almost all the way and then slammed inside of me, rocking the same ocean picture the people on the other side of the wall had.

“Harder,” I said through our kiss. Our bodies were bathed in sweat.

With a sigh of surrender, he finally began thrusting with abandon, sinking in until I thought I might break. But I didn’t, and I felt the same overwhelming sensation coiling inside of me that he’d coaxed out earlier.

“Yes,” I breathed, leaning back into the wall as he took my nipple in his mouth. I grasped his shoulders so hard, my nails sank into his skin. And his wings curled around us as I once again exploded into a million shards of pleasure.

“Rune,” he ground out, slamming into me again. My muscles clenched around him, and his cock pulsed as he cried out more unintelligible words.

After a few moments of silence, he carried me carefully back to the bed, where he set me down and crawled in beside me, tucking away his wings. I curled into him and traced the ridges of his stomach muscles, a lazy smile on my face.

“Did I cause you pain?” he asked.

I blinked up at him and laughed at the worry creasing his face. “Sorry,” I said, when I gained control of myself again. “You did the opposite of inflicting pain. You made me feel like I never knew I could.”

A beautiful smile softened his features, and his body relaxed. “You’ve done the same for me, Princess.” He leaned in and kissed me softly.

I’d always known there was more. I’d always dreamed of finding someone who could make me feel like a woman was supposed to feel—beautiful, precious, and cherished.