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I couldn’t keep him, but I would enjoy this while I could. No longer would I push him away. Instead, I’d soak in every moment. Because one day, these memories would be all I had.

“My brother is dangerous, Prisca. If he has made some kind of deal with you…”

Distraction was my best choice. Besides, it would lead to somewhere pleasurable for us both. “Do you really want to talk about yourbrotherright now?”

He chuckled, the sound dark, and I pressed my thighs together.

“Something you want, wildcat?”

I clamped my mouth shut, and he stripped my tunic over my head. The band holding my breasts in place disappeared a moment later, immediately replaced by his hands. I sighed, arching my back, silently begging for more.

“Filthy girl.”

Heat pooled in my core. Lorian’s fingers found my nipples, and he squeezed until I sucked in a breath. He slid one hand down my belly, beneath my leggings, and it was his turn to inhale. “Hmmm,” he said, his voice hopelessly amused.

My cheeks blazed. I was still discovering new facets of my sexuality, and the fact that I enjoyed his orders, enjoyed his playing with me this way…

“I love how wet you get for me,” he murmured in my ear, as if reading my mind. “Some days, it’s all I can fucking think about.”

Lorian removed his hand, pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek when I let out a mewl of disappointment. But he was already stripping my leggings from me, lifting me into the air so I could push them off my feet.

“I want to make you feel good,” I said.

He shook his head. “I’m in a dangerous mood.”

“I don’t care.”

“Another time, wildcat.”

“No. Now.” I met his eyes and watched that feral light enter them.

“Get on your knees.”

I’d dropped before he finished speaking. His gaze blazed into mine.

“Open your mouth.”

I raised my hand to undo his pants, but he shook his head. “No.”

I’d never been filled with so much lust in my life. I squirmed, rubbing my thighs together in an attempt to get some relief, and he smiled. “You’re perfect. Now open your fucking mouth.”

I complied. He made me wait, mouth open, while he slowly pulled his pants down just enough for him to free his cock.

“Lick,” he said.

It was difficult, not using my hands. From the lust burning in Lorian’s eyes, that was exactly what he wanted. I had almost no experience with this, but it didn’t seem to matter to him. He just waited, and the moment my tongue caressed the tip of his cock, he growled. I moaned at the taste of him, running my tongue along him, enjoying the low curse that rumbled from his throat.

I might enjoy handing him the power when we were together like this, but right now,Ihad the power, and it felt good.

So good, I slipped my hand down my stomach.

“No,” Lorian said, burying his hand in my hair. “Suck.”

Hewasin a dangerous mood. But I took a long moment to sweep my gaze over him—from his thick, muscular thighs, over the length of his cock, the slab of muscle he called a chest, and to his face.

Gods, that face.

Sometimes when I looked at him, my breath would catch in my throat. One moment, we would be fighting or traveling or laughing, and the next, I would stop, staring, hoping he wouldn’t catch me entranced by the way his eyes gleamed in the sunlight or the sharp jut of his cheekbones when he scowled.