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“I’m not going to beg,” Levana panted—apropos of nothing—letting me shift her limbs where I wanted them as she dropped her shadows, revealing long lines of toned muscle, evidently getting impatient with my teasing.

“You sure about that, Blue? Look at this pussy, shining with slick. It’s doing the begging for you.”

She grabbed the base of one of my horns with an impatient snarl, dragging my face where she wanted me. I grinned up at her, dragging my tongue over the sharp points of my teeth.

“So impatient.”

“You’re infuriating—”

I cut her off by spearing my tongue into her pussy, finally getting a taste of the slick I’d been craving for two long years.

Fucking delectable, just like I knew she would be. Like the richest mulled wine.

I lived for flavor, and I’d never tasted anything quite as perfect as her.

“Calix!” Levana’s grip on my horn tightened, her other hand fumbling at the door behind her, claws gouging into the wood.

I might have to cut out that panel and frame it.

She didn’t pull me back as I licked deeper, my teeth moving closer to her sensitive flesh. Something akin to pride ran through me that Levana trusted me with her body.

The first pulse of her walls around tongue had me fisting my cock roughly, torn between wanting to taste her orgasm and not wanting to be trapped kneeling on the floor, her pussy clamping me in place.

That didn’t sound terrible. I could get myself off—

“Give me your cock,” Levana demanded raspingly, writhing impatiently against the door and trying to tug me to my feet. As if I was going to fuck herhere.

With one final greedy mouthful of slick, I climbed to my feet, grabbing Levana’s hand and dragging her toward my bedroom.

Despite having dropped our coverings, both of us seemed to be leaking impatient shadows, greedily licking at each other’s skin.

We tumbled through the door and onto the bed, and I rolled us until I was above her, nipping at her throat and shoulders with my teeth, surprised again that she was letting me near such vulnerable areas.

I’d intended to be gentle. To make love to her like the noble-born Shade she was.

ButIwas no noble. I didn’t fuck like one either.

I grabbed the back of Levana’s legs, pushing them upwards so she was all but folded in half.

“Hold them for me,” I ordered.

Levana moved her hands slowly into place, looking at me as though she couldn’t decide whether to follow my instructions or not.

“You can always say no,” I pointed out with a grin, dipping my head to lick a long stripe up her cunt one more time, savoring the taste of her. “Tell me to stop. Tell me to fuck off. I won’t mind.”

I spit on her pussy before straightening, using the head of my cock to mingle my saliva with her slick.

“Or maybe you don’t want to tell me to fuck off. Maybe you like that I don’t treat you like you’re made of glass.”

I notched the head of my cock at her entrance, closing my eyes for a moment to steady myself. She was already squeezing me so good, her pussy preparing to clamp down the moment her orgasm hit.

“I’d like it if you talked less.”

“Liar.” I grinned as she hitched her legs a little higher, opening herself up to me. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

Ididn’t hold back. I couldn’t it. Not when Levana’s pussy was already squeezing around me, and my balls were fucking aching. Not when she was presenting herself to me, letting me take the lead when we both knew she could kick my ass if she wanted to.

The bed creaked ominously with each rough thrust, but I was more fixated on the breathy little sounds Levana made. The occasional quiet moans of pleasure that escaped even though she was obviously self-conscious about them.

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