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I storm upstairs to Lily’s art studio. The door is still locked, so I ball my fist and bang it against the wooden surface with thundering blows.
“Open up, Princess!”
She ignores me at first, but I’m a persistent man, and she eventually unlocks the door, yanking it open.
“What?” she snaps.
I look at her, and know that the anger is just a front. She may spit insults and threats at me, but her actions speak louder than words. She came to warn me, to protect me. She begged me not to die.
She gave me the air from her own lungs to try and keep me breathing.
She’s mine.
“Enough,” I growl, stalking into the room. “You don’t hate me, so quit pretending like you do.”
“I’m not pretending,” she protests.
“Oh yeah?” I close the distance between us, taking her face in both my hands. “Tell that to your body, Princess. Because it’s been aching for me for days.”
She gives an involuntary shiver, her nipples going hard through the thin cotton of her dress. She flushes. “It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just hormones.”
“Say that again,” I demand, on edge. I’ve been wound tight for days now, keeping my distance. Waiting for her to break first and come begging at my door.
But I’m done waiting.
“This is just hormones?” I grab her by the waist, pulling her in until her body is flush against mine. She gasps, her hands going to my chest, but she doesn’t push me away. “How about this?”
I trail a hand over her chest, palming one delicious breast in my hand. Pinching her nipple until she moans.
“Why are you fighting this so damn hard?” I demand, my breath ragged at her nearness. I’m already hard against her, so close to being buried deep where I belong. “Why can’t you admit it? You’re angry because you were scared. Scared of losing me.”
“N—no…” Lily’s denial is barely a whisper. Her eyes glaze with lust as she tilts her head back to look up at me. “I wasn’t scared…” her lie trails off, her breath catching as I lick up the side of her neck, making her shudder in my arms. “Nero…”
She can’t admit it, not even to herself, but there’s a plea in her voice now. One I won’t leave unanswered.
I’m done playing around and teasing her. I need a taste of her sweetness.
My mouth claims hers, hot and hard, and she sinks against me, all pretense at resistance melting away under the force of our passion. Her hands go up around my neck, and she presses closer, making little mewling noises as my tongue plunders her mouth.
But fuck, it’s nowhere near enough.
I pick her up and carry her to the couch in the corner of the room, shoving her roughly back on the cushions. Thank fuck she’s wearing a sundress, I only need to push the skirt up around her waist to reveal the strip of damp panties, and then I tear them away, too.
I don’t take my time. There’s no going slow and easy when I’m this hungry for her.
“Open wide, baby,” I growl, sinking to my knees. “I’ve been starving for a taste.”
Lily’s legs part for me as if of their own accord, and I can’t keep the smirk off my face as I lean in. The movement makes my bruised ribs ache in protest, but I ignore it.
Some things are worth a little pain.
She watches me, breathless, eyes bright and wild. “I’m still mad at you,” she manages, her voice shaking.
“So be mad, baby.” I run my palms up the inside of her thighs, the skin soft and warm. I spread her even wider and let out a small growl at the sight of her cunt glistening for me. “Punish me with this sweet pussy. Get yourself off on my tongue.”
I lean in and lap at her clit, working it in a small circle. Lily’s gasp is like sweet music to my ears.
“Yeah, you sound real good and mad,” I gloat, as she lets out a whimper.
