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Wasn’t the only thing I was grateful for.
As a matter of fact, I started to wonder if blood cells could function on nothing but bliss, since the certainty hit that every inch of me flowed with the stuff. To be wrapped around him like this, so connected to his center of him like this…nurturing the part of him coursing with life itself…I’d never been happier. Felt more powerful. Felt more needed by, or worthy of, a man.
And there it was. The nucleus of everything. The deepest, darkest reason I needed this, as well.
Because if I’d known how to make Ryan need me more, he wouldn’t have said goodbye.
If I’d known how to be more worthy, God wouldn’t have taken Dad from us.
Things would be different. I’d be different. Not such a deviant, strange, stupid mess. Wouldn’t want things like pain to take me away…
from the bigger pain.
It only took seconds for all of it to collide inside, hitting like a cosmic jolt—and driving the tears to my eyes. I hated them as soon as they came, longing to reach up and make them disappear, but dissolving into a weepy mess simply wasn’t an option right now. Not with Shiraz’s flesh filling me, commanding me. Not with his growls vibrating through me, his lust empowering me…
And his thumbs, wiping at my cheeks?
Huh?
I looked up. Was pierced all over again by his face, awash in a new expression. His eyes, so intense. His nose, flared with lust. His lips, curled with—what? I couldn’t discern the emotion behind the subtle smile, only to know what feelings it spiked higher in me. The need to please him more. To take him even deeper.
“Damn, tupulai,” he hissed. “Yes. Deeper. Take me. Open to me. Give it all to me.”
I had no choice but to obey. To offer him every inch of my mouth, and every corner of my heart. It should have terrified me. I should be wondering and worrying about how much this was going to hurt later, when I couldn’t have this anymore—but there was no room for that. No space for anything but the vortex of energy with this incredible man. The unbroken connection to this perfect prince.
Ended all too soon, as he pulled back from me with a gritted curse in Arcadian.
“Wh-what is it?” I finally stammered. “What’s wrong?”
“Wrong?” He actually laughed while dropping to his knees next to me. “Creator’s mercy, Lucina. Not a fucking thing.” He pulled on both sides of my face, holding me still for a hard kiss. “You have me ready to burst. But I—”
He cut himself off with another gruff sound. I ran a hand atop one of his. “But you…what?”
He dipped that hand to the side of my neck. Locked my gaze with his. “I do not want to come in your mouth.” Swallowed hard. “I—I want to—”
“You want to come inside me…somewhere else?”
I smiled a little wider at the confirming look of lust—and terror—on his face. I’d never forget that expression, with his gleaming eyes and gritted teeth, for as long as I lived. Holy shit. The Mediterranean prince with the made-for-sin body really was a virgin. Nasty and Naughty or Virgin in Hiding?
What about both?
I didn’t need four strawberry margaritas to figure out that answer.
“I want that too…Master.”
He gulped again. A huge breath left him. “You do?”
Now I was tempted to laugh. Holy hell, if he only knew how much…
Maybe showing him was simply a better idea.
With our gazes still entwined, I wrapped a hand around one of his wrists. Pulled until he ceded, making sure his fingers brushed the sharp point of my nipple, before pushing his hand beneath my leggings…then between my legs.
From there, the man really knew what to do.
Dear…fuck.
I let it spill out loud, as his long, perfect fingers dipped between my soaked folds, exploring and spreading, sliding and enticing, finally lunging…and finding. I cried out then, ignited by the ecstasy of his touch along my intimate sheath—instantly craving more. More…
