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He positioned himself between my legs, and my thighs fell open for him with a mind of their own.
Erol lowered his body onto mine, lying on top of me. He held himself up enough not to crush me, and his body was hot, his skin branding me where he touched me.
He looked me in the eyes. His eyes were dark and drowning deep, filled with affection and lust in equal measure.
He cupped my cheek. It was hard to imagine that such a big hand and rough fingers could be so gentle with me. He traced my eyebrow with the tip of his finger, sliding toward my cheekbone, moving down my face toward my lips before he kissed me again.
The kiss was so gentle, filled with warmth and love, and I lost myself in it.
I could lie here and kiss him forever. In this moment, nothing else mattered—not why we’d come to Palgia, not what we were doing to help the Conjurites.
I was convinced that he was the sole reason I’d come. It had been set up that way, I was sure of it. Terra knew what she was doing. Erol was the man for me, the mate I’d been yearning for.
Erol’s hand slid onto my breast, and he slowly massaged it, his strong fingers touching me with care.
It encouraged the need to have him inside me, until I wanted him so badly, I felt like I would spontaneously combust.
“I want you inside of me,” I whispered.
Erol looked at me, and his face filled with the same primal need that echoed through my body. Worry crossed his features.
“I don’t want to taint you,” he said. “This darkness…I’m scared it will spill into you, and it will ruin what you are.”
I touched his cheek. “It won’t.”
“How do you know?”
“Because this…it feels right. Nothing that feels this right can be a bad thing.”
Erol hesitated and then kissed me once more.
His tongue slid into my mouth, and he moved his hips so that the tip of his cock pressed against my entrance. I trembled in anticipation and held my breath. Erol moved slowly, pushing his thickness into me. My body gave way as he slid deeper and deeper inside me.
I cried out when a sharp pinch accompanied his entry.
He froze.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped.
The pleasure that came with the movement overrode the pain a hundredfold.
Erol pushed himself deeper and deeper until he was buried inside me.
I breathed hard, adjusting to the size of him. He didn’t move, allowing me the time.
When I lifted my head a little and kissed him, he made a growling noise at the back of his throat and moved his hips.
The sensation was incredible, the friction spreading the same kind of pleasure through my body as he’d given me with his mouth and fingers.
Erol listened to my moans, my breathing, and bucked his hips faster. He pounded into me, and I cried out as his cock rammed into me again and again. The sex was incredible—I’d wondered about it often, but I’d never have been able to imagine it would be quite like this.
In no time, Erol built another orgasm inside me. The feel of his cock sliding in and out reduced me to a trembling, gasping mess, and Erol pumped faster and faster, still.
The pleasure came to a point, and when it erupted and flowed through me, I screeched and gripped Erol’s thick shoulders. He grunted through clenched teeth, pausing his onslaught as I let the waves of pleasure roll through me, taking me away to another plane.
It was incredible, and my power surged to the surface.
When I came down from the orgasm, Erol planted a kiss on my lips. He moved back and forth, pumping his hips in and out of me, and I moaned and gasped as he picked up his pace again.
