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“Myself again. So, I’m sick?” My voice was hoarse, the words thick in my mouth.
He hesitated before answering. “Not sick. Your body is going through a change. And it is paramount that you rest and let me take care of you.”
I nodded, my head feeling swimmy again. The fever was returning. I closed my eyes. They burned.
“I have a few things I need to do, but I won’t be gone long,” I heard him say.
I opened my eyes and reached out to him with a weak hand. The thought of him leaving gave me a desperate feeling, right in my gut.
“No! Please don’t leave me.” As soon as my fingers wrapped around his wrist, my body arched. Touching his skin seemed to ignite something in me, a craving for something I’d never tasted but had to have right now.
Weakness fled as I tackled him to the ground. With an “oomph,” he fell back, and I straddled his waist. His skin was so soft, so warm. My hands glided over his expansive chest, my eyes taking in those stark tattoos. I leaned forward and traced my tongue over each line.
Underneath me I felt something harden. I pressed against it, grinding on it. Pleasure like nothing I’d ever felt before flooded my senses. I moaned.
His hands went around my hips, gripping me to be still.
“Sierra,” he groaned, and the sound unleashed a torrent of wetness from my sex. The friction of that hardness under me, his scent, his skin, made my eyes roll back into my head.
“Gods,” I cried out. My hands went to his face, cupping his jaw. I looked into his eyes, which were burning with intensity, the pupils dilated. His cheeks were flushed, and his lips were pressed together like he was in pain.
I needed to be closer. I laid my body over him and pressed my face into his neck, nuzzling, pulling his scent into me. I had never smelled something so good.
His hands moved up to my lower back, kneading my flesh. “Sierra. This is not what you want.”
“Oh, it is. It is so what I want.” I bit him then, right where his shoulder met his neck, and he bucked under me. I squeezed my thighs around him and tried to ease the ache that was building inside me. I needed that hardness again. I was panting now, struggling with the need to embed myself in him.
My womb cramped, aching with a fullness that wouldn’t stop. I felt unhinged and overwhelmed.
“Demos, please,” I begged—for what, I didn’t know. “It’s so much it hurts. Make it stop.” I sucked at his neck and hummed at the deliciousness of him. My fingers glided through his short hair and down to the soft lobes of his ears. I moved my mouth to one, taking it in, sucking. He groaned and the sound was everything.
His breath came quick, and I found his mouth, taking his bottom lip between my teeth, tasting its soft warm texture. He groaned again, his breath dancing with mine.
A gush of sticky wetness released from me again, saturating that hardness that I had finally found. I cried out. That hardness was the key, I thought. I needed it inside to ease that ache—I just had to find it.
My hand went between us. Searching, I made out what it was. His manhood. I pulled it out from his breeches and wrapped my hand around its girth. It was thick, hot, and silky-smooth, even though it was hard as iron.
Suddenly I was on my back. I gripped Demos’ shoulders and hooked my ankles around him, my legs squeezing his waist like a vise. I made an impatient sound as I felt rough cloth between our skin. I pulled at it, wanting it gone.
A sound like a growl rose from my chest.
His mouth claimed mine, hungry and harsh. My tongue touched his, and I tilted my head so I could explore deeper. He moved and the cloth barrier was gone. Now my legs were wrapped around hot smooth skin. The hardness touched that sacred place at the apex of my thighs, a welcoming home just waiting to come inside, like a sheath for a blade.
He pulled away, resting his forehead on mine, his breaths coming fast. “No, Sierra. You can fight this.” But the words had no weight, and we both knew it for the lie it was.
I touched his cheek with my palm. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever beheld. “Take me, Demos.”
He swallowed and the sound echoed between us. “I honestly don’t think I can say no to you.” He sounded winded. “Are you certain?”
“Yes. Ease my pain, Demos. I need you so much. Please…” I whimpered, scooting and wiggling to get closer to what I needed, my legs squeezing his lower back, pulling him to me.
When he seemed to hesitate, I begged. “I need you. Please.”
He stared deeply into my eyes and seemed to come to a decision. His hands went around my neck, and I heard the clasp of the choker unfasten as he took it off. Eyes on mine, our breaths between us, he entered me.
The pressure was overwhelming. Like a tide, it ebbed then surged forward, slowly, stretching me to the most delicious fullness.
In his eyes I saw the universe, the answer to every question, the succor to every pain. Together we rode an invisible wind that picked up speed, its journey promising an end like no other. I felt it building, reaching. My womb felt whole, my being expansive.
