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She held preternaturally still as he explored, expelling the breath from her lungs once his thumb moved to stroke her cheek.
“You want a better apology,” she whispered.
He wanted everything.
Even the things he had no business wanting. What was it about lust that circumvented morality? And what was it about humans that changed him into this… monster?
“You want me to grovel,” she concluded in his lengthening silence. “Like…reallygrovel.” Her pupils blew wider as she stared at his body.
“That would be a start,” he said.
Her eyes grew wider. He expected teary, heartfelt words, but that wasn’t what she gave. Bending low, she touched her lips reverently to the tops of his transparent feet and now it was his turn to go as still as death. The heat of her mouth burned through his legs like fire.
Her mouth drifted up his calf at an excruciating crawl, mapping the lines where hard outer carapace joined his thinner skin. She kissed his inner knee. His upper thigh. His lungs expanded until they burned.
“Tell me what I have to do,” she whispered against his thigh, making his muscles shift. “I’ll do it. I’ll do anything to earn your forgiveness. I mean it.”
Her lips kept moving as words fanned over him. The pulse of pleasure nearly killed him. When her mouth reached the seam of his inner thigh, he seized her hair-tail in a fist.
Abruptly, he came to his senses.
“This is wrong,” he rasped.
Throbbing tension blazed through his body. He was skirting a dangerous line. He didn’t want to violate her and he was well on his way to doing exactly that—but the mutinous heat flowing through his veins was ready to override all sense of right and wrong. He’d been keened up for months and his spark was singing.
His hand was still planted in her hair. He’d let her go and pray he hadn’t just done untold damage to their relationship.
But her eyes darkened with focus and she slid a hand up his thigh, possessive like his nightmares, making the muscles flex.
“No, this isright,” she said.
“What?”
He was still holding her hair, fascinated by the sleek texture of so many individual strands grouped in a stronger cord, wondering how it would feel wrapped around his fist when he was inside her.
“This is right,” she said, looking more certain than ever. Her luminous eyes drank him in as her hands wrapped around his hips to tug him closer. “I was trying to find the courage to tell you everything. This… this is what I would have done that night, if you hadn’t…”
Her voice trailed off, words inadequate. She cupped her hand over his groin, sending a clear message.
His tail lashed out, catching her by the throat. The startled, choking noise that left her shredded his remaining composure. His cock slipped free and he hauled her close.
If anything, the lust in her eyes intensified, staring at his cock in her face.
“I’m not letting you leave after this, Lucca.” She needed to understand how serious he was—why he continued restraining himself even though it was physically painful. His next sentence came out rough. “You’re still my prisoner.”
Clarity dawned on her features, nose flaring and eyes going round. Then stubbornness replaced that expression. “That’s not how this works,” she said.
He gave her neck a challenging squeeze as a reminder that she was on her knees.
“You can’t keep me hostage and have… whatever this is,” she argued. “If Iwantto leave, I will.”
“After that elaborate apology?” he laughed. Her sweet words echoed in his memory—“I’ll do anything to earn your forgiveness.”
“Let me make myself clear before you start taking parts of meinsideyou, Lucca. I told you what I would do if I caught you lying to me. You did”—he choked her harder, wringing another strangled cry out of her tiny throat—“and I caught you. So now you’re mine.”
Her face flushed. The little gasps that escaped her made him hard as a rock.
She was at his mercy until he decided otherwise. If she wanted to grovel and play, it wasn’t going to buy her freedom.
