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“Casamir!”
I did not know what possessed me to speak his name, but I did not understand anything that was happening to me anyway.
When he looked at me, I suddenly understood what the fairy had done. Her magic was desire, and as soon as Casamir’s gaze connected with mine, heat erupted between my legs and an unearthly groan escaped from my mouth.
“What. Did. I. Say?” He spoke between clenched teeth. His entire body had gone rigid, and I couldn’t speak, noting his heavy erection.
The fairy had gotten him too.
“Fuck,” he cursed as he tossed the fairy aside. She landed with a thud and did not move as he stormed toward me and dragged me to my feet.
I thought—hoped—he would kiss me. I was ready for it, desperate for it.
My fingers tangled into his shirt as I angled my head and opened my mouth, but he turned me away and drew my back to his chest, his hands on my hips.
An unearthly whine escaped my mouth as his arousal settled against my ass. I could not help grinding into him. I arched my back and reached behind me, hoping to secure my hand behind his neck, but his hand came down on my wrist, and then he trapped my arms beneath his own.
“Don’t,” Casamir gritted out.
“Please,” I begged, panting, unable to think past the desperate need pulsing throughout my entire body. I had never been this aroused.
It was more than desperation.
If he did not fuck me, I would die.
“You hate me,” he said, but he pulled me closer and held me tighter. It was the smallest reprieve, the tiniest stroke of friction. I wanted to weep. “You will hate yourself.”
“It’s not as if we can help it,” I argued.
“I’d rather not fuck someone whose lust for me is only a spell.”
“Yet you had no trouble when I sucked your cock.”
“That was different.Thisis different.”
“How?”
“Stop talking,” he said. “This is harder when youtalk.”
“Why should I?” I challenged, frustrated. “I would have never guessed the Prince of Thorns was a man of honor.”
“I am not,” he said, his voice grating.
He lifted and carried me beneath the branches of a nearby tree where he sat with his back to the trunk and me before him, cradled between his legs. He kept me pressed against his front, his arms trapping mine as they encircled my waist. His erection was hard between us, and despite his resistance, even he could not keep from shifting against me.
“I can ease you,” I said. “I have done so before.”
“Creature,” he warned.
“I am only asking for you. Nothing more.”
He did not respond. The longer I sat there untouched, the more distressed I felt. I rubbed my thighs together to create some kind of friction, desperate to end the throbbing at the apex of my thighs.
“Please, Casamir,” I begged.
“Don’t. Make. This. Harder,” he said between his teeth, his fingers pressing hard into my skin.
“I will die,” I moaned.
