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I hoisted her up, my hands on her ass. I carried her the few short steps toward the pool table, the sudden move drawing a startled breath from her.

I swallowed her gasp with my mouth on hers. Her legs instinctively wrapped around me, pulling us closer. Her heels pressed against my back.

I pushed my tongue inside her warm mouth and kissed her like a man dying of thirst. It was fierce and impulsive, a result of months of restraint collapsing in a single heartbeat.

“Fucking green apples,” I murmured, then kissed her hard again.

She met me with the same urgency, her fingers tightening against my shoulders as the world around us seemed to fall away. Everything blurred into meaningless noise. There was only her, the warmth of her against me, and the dizzying realization that whatever line I had been trying so hard not to cross, I had just stepped over it.

I gripped her hips, her ass on the pool table, right on the edge.

“Want me to stop?”

“Never.”

I pushed her legs apart and her ridiculously short dress rode up, giving me a glimpse of her red lacy thong.

I lowered on my knees and licked a hot, wet trail up her inner thigh.

She gasped, her hands coming to my hair and gripping the strands hard. She whimpered and I looked up, locking eyes with her. Then I kissed her through the flimsy material of her panties.

I dipped my tongue, leaving the material blocking my way to her pussy.

She moaned, and her hooded gaze on me was such a fucking turn-on.

“Should I stop?” I rasped, lifting my head.

“No,” she panted, grasping my hair and pushing my head back down between her legs.

I chuckled, then inhaled her scent deep into my lungs. I hooked my fingers in her panties. She lifted her butt to make it easier for me to take them off and I slowly dragged them down her legs.

Then I spread her legs wider. “I’m going to enjoy this very much.”

I buried my head into her pussy and licked. Her hips arched, sliding closer to my mouth. She was so wet, and I relished in her taste.

I circled my tongue over her clit and she bucked.

“Fuck!”

I smirked at her response. It was so… open, innocent, and unpracticed. I loved it. I dipped my index finger into her entrance, then drew out her arousal.

“Your juices are staining my pool table,” I grunted, mentally swearing to never get rid of that damn thing.

“Sorry,” she breathed, jerking against my mouth. “I’ll buy you a new one. Now stop talking.”

I smiled darkly at her eagerness and got to work.

I ate her until she screamed my name, shuddering under my mouth and gripping my hair like she was scared to let go and drown.

Sienna was right about one thing. We would be so fucking good together. If only she wasn’t who she was, and I wasn’t who I was.

TWENTY-SEVEN

SIENNA

After the walk back, we entered the castle to find that guard in the foyer. Instantly, I froze and reached for Tyran’s hand.

The man who scared me. It was unfair since I didn’t really know him. I told myself it was because I woke up with him hovering over me with his hand on my neck. It wasn’t his fault that Tyran instructed him to monitor my pulse.