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One large finger slid inside me, and that clever mouth found my clit once more. I moaned.

He stopped.

I was burning up, my skin too tight, my body on the edge.

He’d asked if I remembered how he’d made me feel.

Some days, it was the only thing I could think about.

“Please,” I said quietly.

“I didn’t hear you.”

I attempted to wrench my legs out of his grasp, but he soothed me with a sweep of one hand. “I suppose it will do.”

He dropped his head, pushing my thighs wider, and I arched my hips, rocking against his face, desperate as he devoured me. Within moments, I was begging once more, only this time, it was because I was so close, my entire body trembled.

“Gods, the way you fall apart for me.”

His clever tongue stroked, his fingers thrust, and I clenched my teeth, shuddering through a climax so intense, the pleasure turned my muscles weak.

The moment I was wrung out, he was standing, holding me in place as he nudged against my entrance. He leaned down, his mouth finding mine, and I twined my arms around his shoulders, holding him close.

“Missed this,” he mumbled against my lips.

I’d missed this too. I was still trembling with aftershocks, and yet I needed more. Neededhim.

He slowly pushed inside me, and we both sucked in a breath as I tightened around his thick length. He leaned back, his eyes lust-darkened as he moved deeper. I gasped as he hit just the right angle on his next thrust, and his eyes narrowed. He hit the same spot again. And again.

I tensed, my breath shuddering out in a moan. His gaze met mine. “Missedyou.”

My chest tightened. I’d missed him too. So fucking much. Lorian slipped his hand down to my clit, a hoarse laugh leaving his throat as the brush of his thumb over my sensitive nerves made me clench around him.

I lifted my hips, demanding more, and he increased the pace, each thrust deeper than the next, until I was whimpering, dissolving, quaking.

“Lorian…”

“That’s it. Only me, Prisca. Only ever me.”

He drove our bodies together, and I wrapped my arms around him, nails digging into his back. He let out a groan, and my thighs shook.

“Lorian…”

“I know that tone. Come for me, wildcat.”

I sucked in a breath, the edges of my vision darkening as my climax swept over me, bathing me in pleasure. Lorian let out a growl as I ground my hips up into him, his green eyes feral.

He cursed, flooding me with heat, and I blinked until I could focus once more, find him staring down at me. I was limp, still panting, spread naked beneath him.

His grin was very male. And very smug. That grin said he was certain I was his once more.

I groaned, reaching for a pillow to throw at him. He caught my hand, pressed a kiss to my fingers, and pulled me close, rolling until I was sprawled on his chest.

“What is it, wildcat?”

“Nothing.” Gods, what had I done? The camp was quiet, the tent dark except for one of the strange glowing orbs the fae used in place of lamps. I attempted to sit up.

“Prisca.”