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“Gods, I could eat this pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” he says, right before he sucks on my clit.

I gasp out something unintelligible. If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d be embarrassed.

Behind me, my wings begin to form, which is really unfortunate, considering they’re going to be squashed beneath me.

Before I have a chance to force them back, Des’s hand slides up my spine, his palm warm pressure against my skin.

With a burst of his magic, my wings are gone, neatly taking care of that problem.

He keeps sucking on my clit, and I’m beginning to buck against him, fighting to get away.

Too much sensation. Too, too much.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he says, his breath fanning against me. “You’re going to need to stay in place, cherub.”

Desmond’s magic rolls against me, and—

“You—are a terrible—person,” I gasp out, the words broken. I’m quickly losing the last of my composure.

“I am,” he agrees.

He licks and sucks and rolls my clit between his teeth, the bastard only moving away when I’m close to coming. I’m pinned in place by his hands and his magic, and no amount of arching or twisting can get me out of his line of fire. So I’m left to ride his cruel ministrations.

And they’re really, really cruel. I’m caught in an endless cycle of build-up and let down, my body winding tighter and tighter.

“Damn you, let me come,” I say, glamour filling my voice.

But the order I give isn’t phrased correctly, and rather than forcing the Bargainer’s hand, I’ve allowed him to slip through mine.

Des pulls away, releasing my legs as he sits back on his haunches. He runs his tongue over his lower lip, looking like the Seven Deadly Sins wrapped into one, and oh my God, why isn’t he finishing this?

“That’s not how this works, love,” he says, looking at me like a man bewitched.

After a moment, Des leans back in, but just when I think he’s going to take up where he left off, he lifts me from the bed. Instinctively, I wrap my arms and legs around him, feeling his cock straining against his pants.

“Sweet thing, the night’s just beginning.” With that, he takes my lips in a carnal kiss.

I taste myself on his tongue, and that makes my core ache all over again.

I lock my ankles together behind him, my fingers mussing his hair. My body is lit on fire, my flesh raw from the way Des worked me.

Des carries me across the room, until my back thuds against the wall. He breaks off the kiss, leaning his forehead against mine as he breathes heavily.

“I don’t intend for this to be some easy claiming.”

Claiming. He keeps using that word, and not for the first time, I sense his fae side trying to consume all that it can.

As he holds me, his clothes slide from his skin, pooling beneath us. His hips pull away from mine and, keeping me flush against the wall, he thrusts into me. I gasp at the sensation, my core clutching his cock like a vise.

Yes. I bask in the exquisite pressure and fullness, and his overwhelming body straining against mine.

I slide my palms over his wide shoulders, feeling the steel bands of muscle beneath. Des’s presence is intimidating enough when he enters a room, but now, when he’s driving into me, it’s all-encompassing.

His hands slide to the backs of my thighs, angling my pelvis so that each stroke of his cock slides deeper than before.

He leans his forehead against mine as he hammers me against the wall. “This is every wish, cherub, every dream of mine, actualized. I would give up all my secrets—I’d give up my very throne itself—if it meant being with you.”

I want to say something eloquent, but all that comes out of my mouth is a breathy moan.