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He shifted her, and brought her breast to his mouth. He sucked her nipple until she was writhing against him.

“My beautiful pixie,” he murmured. He laid her on the sheets, and in his head, he imagined he saw pink in her hair.

He stroked his hands over her body, every dip and curve.

“Do you need me?” He didn’t mean to say the words aloud. They slipped out and his gut tightened.

Her gaze locked on his like a laser target.

“I need you,” she said. “All of you. Always.”

The words ignited something inside him. He couldn’t deny their connection. That invisible strand he could almost feel between them.

Could she love him? Could this perfect, smart creature one day love a man who’d never been loved?

She pressed into him, her mouth to his throat. Her teeth scraped over his pulse point.

Cain pushed her back. He moved his mouth down her body, nipping her belly before he nudged her thighs apart. “I’m hungry for a taste of something sweet.”

He licked her and she bucked her pelvis against his mouth. Her cries were sweet and eager.

“Fuck, Jet, you’re so wet.”

“I liked sucking your big cock.”

God, he loved that sassy tone. He sucked on her clit, and she let out a throaty moan.

“Don’t stop…please.”

He buried two fingers inside her and kept using his mouth. He’d be happy to stay right here all day.

“I’m going to come,” she whimpered, her hands digging into the bed.

“Not yet.”

“Cain—”

“Soon, pixie.” He knelt and flipped her over. That sweet body. He stroked the line of her back. Her skin was a shade of gold he’d memorized. He stroked lower, over her ass and dipped between her cheeks.

He found her warm and wet pussy again. She squirmed against the sheets.

Cain moved over her, his cock already hard again.

He eased into her from behind. She moaned, her hands fisting in the sheets. “Cain.”

“Feel me.” He bent over and nipped the back of her neck. “No one else is ever getting in here again. Mine. Only my cock.”

She writhed. “Yes.”

He gritted his teeth, desire raking his gut. He had to fight not to come. She felt so damn good.

He slowed his thrusts; he wasn’t rushing this time. He slid a hand beneath her and found her clit. “How’s that, pixie?”

“You know it’s good.”

“How much do you want me?”

Her legs spread wider, and he picked up the pace.

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