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When I reach for his ear again, he grasps my wrist, stopping me. He presses a kiss to my palm. “Careful, love,” he murmurs, voice like silk. “If you keep doing that, I will be tempted to claim you.”

And gods help me, I think I want him to.

CHAPTER 36

RAPUNZEL

“Kiss me.” I reach up and trace my fingers over his soft, full lips. “Please, Ren.”

His eyes search mine, as if still in disbelief that I want him, before he finally leans down and brushes his lips to my own. I run my fingers through his hair, my pulse racing as he deepens our kiss and trails his hands down my side, exploring me with his touch.

My heart flutters as his lips trace a path down my throat to my collarbone. His warm breath whispers over my skin with each featherlight kiss, leaving a trail of goosebumps along my sensitive flesh.

When he reaches the curve of my breast, I gasp as he flicks his tongue over the hard bead at the tip before closing his mouth over the stiffened peak. Heat ignites deep within as he begins a gentle suction.

“Ren.” I arch into him, desperate for more. “Please.”

I’ve never felt anything like this... never knew this would feel so good.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmurs against my skin, eyes flicking up to gauge my reaction.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper. “I want you.”

His pupils expand, only a thin rim of amber barely visible along the edges as he rasps. “As you wish, my amira.”

He lowers his head, closing his mouth over my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention as the first.

I’m adrift on a wave of heat and aching want as he trails slow, reverent kisses down my abdomen. My breath catches as his hands slide up along my inner thighs, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin with tantalizing patience.

“Open for me, my amira,” he whispers. “I want to taste your nectar on my tongue.”

My heart pounds as I part my thighs, my entire body trembling in nervous anticipation as his warm breath ghosts over me. A low moan escapes me as he slips his tongue between my slick folds, stroking with maddening slowness.

I inhale sharply when he reaches the small bundle of nerves at the apex. “Ren,” I barely manage, each flick of his tongue sends sparks of sensation radiating outward, as he teases my sensitive flesh.

Encouraged by my response, he focuses on that delicate center with relentless attention, unraveling me piece by piece and drawing me closer to an edge I’ve never known.

“I’ll never have enough of you,” he murmurs against me. “You’re perfect.”

My fingers tangle in his hair as need coils tight in my core. “Ren, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” I whisper, the rising intensity building like a giant wave deep within. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Let go,” he says, voice low and steady. “I have you, Rapunzel.”

He grips my hips, holding me steady as he devours me with decadent focus, making my pleasure spiral even higher.

“Ren, please,” I breathe, as my world narrows to the feel of his mouth, the rush of sensation threatening to overwhelm me.

He growls low in arousal and the vibrations ripple through me. My entire body goes taut a moment before I shatter, my release crashing through me in wave after wave of pleasure as I cry out his name.

Ren continues to tease me with his tongue until the last aftershock ebbs and I sag against the blanket, boneless and sated.

He moves back up my body, wrapping me in his arms, pressing tender kissing along the line of my jaw, the curve of my cheek, the corner of my mouth, before resting his forehead against mine.

His hardened length is still pressed against me. Feeling bold, I trail my fingers lightly down his chest and abdomen, tracing the firm contours of muscle. He tenses as my hand continues downward, gasping sharply as I explore the rigid length of hisstav.

A bulge of spongy tissue at the base gives me pause. I’ve seen illustrations of male anatomy, but I do not remember ever seeing anything like this. “What is—”

“It’s my knot,” he rasps.