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Zander grinned. “Straight to the point now, huh?”

My face flushed.

His grin widened. “Demonic forms are saved for our mates, so I’ve never had anyone touch me like that. It’s intimate, and safe to say I’ll probably climax. If you’re comfortable with that, when you feed from me, I’ll let you touch my horns or tail. My wings are too sensitive. You can’t play with them unless I’m inside you.”

My body clenched tighter. “Deal.”

“How do you want me?” He continued touching me.

Iwantedhis hand to slide down, between my thighs, but I couldn’t exactly say that.

Could I?

Maybe I could.

“Are you hungry too?”

His eyes gleamed. “Of course.”

My face burned hotter. “Will you touch me?”

“The answer to that question is always yes.” His hand slid down to my leggings, and dragged over my core, through the fabric.

I sucked in a breath.

His hand slid back up to my belly, then dipped beneath the waistband. A breathy moan escaped me when his bare fingers slid over my slick clit.

“How does that feel, Sweetheart?” His lips were near my ear, though his eyes were on my body.

“So good,” I whispered.

“Take your pants off so I can watch myself touch you.”

My body throbbed.

I peeled the tight fabric down my legs, my breathing picking up as I saw his hand between my thighs.

“Look how fucking pretty you are,” he practically purred.

The compliment, paired with the way he touched me, had me gasping for breath, nearing the edge already.

“I want you,” I said. “I want you inside me.”

“I haven’t watched you climax nearly enough for that yet, Sweetheart.”

A groan escaped me, my hips arching as he changed the angle. My fangs had descended, and were throbbing in my mouth. “This feels too good.”

“I can make it better.” His tongue dragged over one of my fangs, and it broke me.

I shattered hard, crying out as the pleasure hit me. He eased up on my clit but didn’t let go, his hand moving with my body as Ilost it. Vaguely, I heard him drinking my pleasure in long, deep breaths as I came down from the high.

“Tell me I can taste you, Miles.”

“Alexander,” I moaned his name in protest. I hadn’t even touched him, he didn’t need to go?—

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He was lowering his face between my thighs a breath later. The magical tattoos of his demon form slid over his skin, and his horns curved off his head.

My heartbeat picked up.

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