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She doesn't say anything for a long while and I'm about to give up hope of her responding at all, when she finally says, "I would never be able to live with myself, if I made that promise."
"Shaye – "
My protests die on the tip of my tongue when she grabs the hand that's been absentmindedly swirling circles on her stomach. She gently brushes her fingers across my knuckles and whispers, "I wish I knew what you were thinking right now."
I refrain from telling her exactly what is on my mind, concerned it might frighten her. "I'm glad you're safe."
"And now the truth."
There is no going back from this. If I tell her what I'm really feeling, truly thinking, I might ruin any chance of being with her. But I'm tired of keeping everything bottled up, especially when tomorrow isn't promised. So, I admit, "I'm fighting the urge to kiss you; to run my fingers through your hair and lick over every inch of your body."
"Why fight it?" Her response surprises me.
"You're promised to another and as much as I hate it, I will respect it."
"I have no intention of marrying Bastian."
My heart pounds. This is the first time she's said it with such certainty. "What?"
"You can ask the others." She turns her head slightly, so our eyes can meet. "I told them weeks ago that I'm not honoring that engagement. So, if you want me, claim me."
I stew in silence a moment, before I drag my hand down from her stomach to her outer thigh and caress it. I kiss her neck and pull the fabric of her shirt off her shoulder to plant a kiss there too. She closes her eyes and moans lightly, giving me the final push I need to take the leap.
"Tell me to stop." I give her an out.
"Don't stop."
I slide my hand underneath her shirt and glide my fingers upward until I find her breast. She hisses when I tug her nipple.
"Tell me to stop," I whisper, nipping at her earlobe.
"Don't stop." She melts in my arms.
I press my chest into her back, leaving a trail of kisses from behind her ear down her neck and over her shoulder. Pulling and gently twisting her pebbled nipple, I earn a breathy groan from her. When she pushes her backside against my hardened length, she sets something ablaze within me, giving me the courage to lower my hand to the waistband of her panties.
"I've wanted to touch you for such a long time." I murmur against her ear, igniting goosebumps along her flesh. My fingers graze her core, and she gasps softly.
"Tell me to stop."
"Don't stop," she commands, and I obey.
I dip my hand lower, pushing past her panties, and shudder when I feel how wet she is for me. Softly, I rub small circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex. She sucks in a breath, dropping the back of her head against me.
Pressing my lips to her neck, I whisper, "Is this what you wanted?"
I get my answer when she starts grinding against my fingers, craving more contact. I hum against her skin with a smirk. "Greedy tonight, aren't we?" Before she can sass me in response, I bite her shoulder and say, "I don't mind," before plunging a finger inside of her. I pump rhythmically a few times before adding a second finger. Her breathing is rapid, and her moans grow louder as she starts to ride my fingers.
"That's it," I praise.
She reaches behind, trying to feel my length, but I stop her from fully twisting around. "I want to feel you," she whimpers.
"Not tonight."
"Please," she begs and my cock twitches.
I grab a fistful of her hair and gently tug her head back until she's once again resting against my shoulder. I kiss her throat and she shudders from the contact. "You will feel me another night, Princess."
"But – "
