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Maybe I wasn’t as impervious to the difference in our sizes as I thought.
“Back up,” I breathed.
He didn’t back up.
Kierden tilted my head back further instead. “Tell me your name.” His fingers started moving slowly on my hip, stroking my skin lightly.
Veil, it felt incredible.
My body grew warmer at the foreign pleasure of his touch. “No.”
“I can smell your desire for me in the air, little human. You’ll tell me, or I’ll make you.” His hand dragged down my hip until he found the bare skin on my thigh.
“Go ahead and try.” He could do whatever he wanted to me; I wouldn’t bend on that. But I was enjoying the way he was touching me far too much to even think about telling him to stop.
Considering what he’d said to his fae in the market, I knew he wouldn’t actually have sex with me. And the closest he’d ever gotten to hurting me was gripping my hair, so he could go ahead and do his worst.
His eyes dilated with the challenge, and his erection throbbed against my belly.
Kierden took a small step to the side and then began sliding his hand further up my thigh. My body clenched and my toes curled as I silently urged him higher and higher.
His fingers dragged over the sensitive crease at the top of my thigh, and I took in a sharp breath.
The esu slipped past us again, and the doors swung shut behind them as they left us. I barely even noticed.
“Tell me your name,” he said.
“No.”
Finally, his fingers brushed the thin fabric covering my core.
My body trembled. My dress hid the view of his hand touching me, but the sight of it disappearing beneath my skirt was still overwhelming in the absolute best way.
“So wet for me already, little human,” Kierden growled into my ear, stroking me again through the fabric. “You want my fingers on your bare skin, don’t you?”
My chest rose and fell rapidly, his body still holding me in place.
I didn’t answer him.
I couldn’t admit it.
But we both knew he was right; I wanted more.
He continued touching me, his fingers slow but confident. The pleasure swelled inside me as I neared the edge of my climax.
But then his touch stilled.
“Tell me your name, and I’ll let you shatter.” His lips brushed my ear as they formed the words.
I clamped my mouth shut, still refusing to give him what he wanted despite my intense need and pleasure.
He wasn’t going to break me, or manipulate me through sex.
I was stronger than my desire.
He gave me another slow, long stroke.
A soft cry escaped me and his fingers paused again, halting my pleasure.
