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“Because I’m too selfish,” I snarled. “As soon as you know everything, you will leave. And I’m not ready.” Fisting my hand, I pounded the air, admitting, “I’m not ready to lose you.”
She cracked out a harsh, disbelieving sound. “Says the man who was trying to get rid of me just this morning and send me home with the mages.”
“You wouldn’t have known the truth if you’d gone with them,” I maintained. “You wouldn’t have hated me. So I wouldn’t have truly lost you.”
Nicolette stepped directly up to me, her eyes probing as she looked inside me. “You won’t lose me.”
“I lose everyone,” I choked out brokenly. “And I’ll lose you too.”
Her head moved back and forth. “No, Farrow. Not me. Not ever.”
“I will,” I swore, even as I reached out and fisted a handful of her silken hair in my grasp. “But I have you for now, so I guess I’ll just have to make that be enough.”
I’d already broken my own vow to keep my hands off her; I might as well enjoy what we had while she was still willing.
Besides, I couldn't seem to stop myself.
Crushing my mouth to hers, I kissed her with a frenzy, spiking my tongue deep and stealing pieces of her that I hoped to store and keep with me for the rest of my days.
The aphrodisiac was still surging through my veins, and my cock was already once again as hard as a steel pipe, throbbing for release, otherwise I probably wouldn’t have touched her again. But my body was working independently from my brain, so I indulged in the moment.
She rose up to meet me, eager for my kisses. I cupped the tender sides of her throat and drank from her lips as I backed her toward a nearby tree.
“Are you too sore?” I asked, even as I stroked my hand down, caressing the side of her breast, then her rib cage until I was clutching her hip.
“No,” she said. “But I thought—” With a glance down between us, she made out the straining erection in my pants. Her gaze shot back up to mine. “Is this the potion still at work or you?”
“Both.” Then I shrugged. “Mostly the potion, though. Why? Do you want me to stop?”
“Never.” She shook her head adamantly. “But—” She gasped when I lifted her off the ground. “But I was hoping you’d come to me of your own volition, so it would be—oh God!”
My fingers slid around to cup her bottom as the britches I’d pulled up earlier but hadn’t tied together sagged down, letting my cock spring
free. I pressed against her, and she opened for me, the heels of her shoes grinding hard against the tree with her knees bent and pale thighs straining wide to receive that first thrust.
“Please,” she pleaded. “You can choose me of your own free will later, I guess. After the aphrodisiac’s gone. For now, just—God! I need this. Fuck me, Farrow. Fuck me!”
I drove into her, groaning. And the tight clasp of her body accepted me. Her breasts bobbed from the force of my penetration. My fingers bit into the smooth globes of her ass, holding her where I needed her as I strained, gritting my teeth, and pumped with a slow, steady rhythm.
She held on to me, her chipped but still painted nails biting into my shoulders. Head thrown back, she panted in such a needy way it caused my head to swell with a primal sort of conquest.
This was my woman to rut. Her cunny only knew my rod, had only accepted my strokes. I gave a low growl of possessiveness. No one else…
No one else was allowed to have her.
Mewling sounds tore from her throat.
No one else would bring her such pleasure.
My shaft swelled, preparing to ignite.
No one else could ever carry my cum inside them. Only her. She owned me, and I owned her.
Her inner walls collapsed, squeezing around me. A helpless cry left her throat.
I burrowed into her, burying my face into the crook of her neck and held myself close, pressing against every inch of her that I could reach.
Then, I released myself, joining her in her climax.
