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Until it’s not enough.

My tongue spears through the crease of her mouth and pitches into that hot, deep place. A sweet noise coils from her throat as she flexes her own tongue with mine. My cock hardens, rising thick and high against the heat sweltering from the split of her legs.

My woman keens, feeling my dick flush with her thighs. Her nostrils flare, and her mouth shoves harder into mine. I growl and whip my tongue into Juniper, opening her wide and licking inside.

On a moan, Juniper tows herself back. “I don’t want to hurt—”

“You won’t,” I grit out, sinking my mouth into hers again.

My woman knows what Fae ointments can achieve in a short time span. She’ll only hurt me if she stops. That will wreck me to pieces.

Our mouths clutch and rock together. Feverish, we move at the same time. With my back no longer hurting like fuck, I hoist Juniper off the grass while she pushes me onto my back and scrambles on top.

Her compact legs spread around my waist, her limbs quivering. I’m about to rip into her, shred those leggings to ribbons when she grabs my shoulders and thumps me into the ground, fastening me beneath her like prey. More tears flare from her eyes, but they take on a predatory light, like a huntress of the wild.

A huntress who’s caught herself a satyr.

“Stay down,” Juniper orders. “And do not fucking move.”

That seven-letter word slides from her prim mouth, scorching at the tip of her tongue. The command sends a bolt of lust up the stem of my cock. Now I don’t give a shit that my back’s newly mended, because this woman can have me under her until the world fades.

A thousand impish replies sit on my own tongue, but each one dies a quick death when she bends forward and snatches my mouth with hers. Her lips spread and tug on mine, that smart tongue diving in and plying against my own. I hum and meet her lips, stroke for stroke. My jaw works, putting enough pressure into the kiss that she moans again.

Inching back, Juniper sinks her teeth into my lower lip, pain mixing with pleasure. I hiss, liking it so damn much. She licks the spot, then kisses it before burying her face in my neck.

My head arches into the grass as she bites my chin, nips under my jaw, and grazes her incisors down my throat. In between, Juniper plants damp, open-mouthed kisses on my pulse point, which is pounding like a drum. Every contact of her teeth and lips floods my balls with lust.

It gets more agonizing as she descends. Air stutters from my chest while her forehead drags down my muscles, burning a torturous path over my flesh. Her tongue sweeps across my nipples before she seizes one in her mouth, mopping the tip until a hoarse sound rumbles out of me.

Juniper lets out a mewl of appreciation, then switches to the other nipple, drawing on the tight skin. She lets go and nibbles on my pecs, the rack of muscles across my abdomen, and the slopes of my hipbones. And when her fingers settle on the leather waistband of my pants, my blood hammers so furiously, it threatens to crack a few bones.

My cock aches, shoving up against the material to the point where it might break the seams. Her hands unbuckle the closures. Then Juniper cranes her neck and peers up at me, her expression ravenous—intentional. Those eyes trap me inside them, and that look brands itself into me, and those fingers bring every filthy word in existence to the forefront of my mind.

Without taking her eyes away, the huntress peels the leather from my waist, down my hips, and over my ass. My cock springs free. It stretches over my torso, the column broad and heavy, the head ruddy and a droplet leaking from the slit.

Juniper rivets on the sight, licks her lips, and gazes at me. Like that, she swipes the bead with the tip of her fingers, collecting the liquid with the lightest of brushes, then lifting it to her tongue. As she laps up the arousal, my own tongue slams into the roof of my mouth.

At the taste of me, her eyes sharpen. “I want more.”

“Then take it,” I urge. “Take more.”

“It’s mine. Tell me your cock is mine.”

“It’s yours. It’s all yours to fuck.”

Juniper nods, then does something that drains the oxygen from my lungs. She licks her palm and wraps her fingers around the base of my cock.

Fuck. Me. Hard.

Her hand swoops up and down, spreading the wetness from her mouth over my dick and mixing it with the liquid seeping from my crown. I grow firmer, longer, hotter in her fingers. Juniper watches my features while she works her hand from my balls to my slit, watches my eyes roll to the back of my head, watches my mouth fall open on a silent groan.

I grow so thick from her touch, Juniper can barely get a full grip. With a hungry sigh, she bends over. Her green hair falls like a curtain around me, dampness radiates against my shaft, and then a soft tongue rides up the column, licking from the bottom to the top.

“Shit,” I grit out, my voice brittle.

“Mmm,” she croons around my aching cock, the sound vibrating.

She licks again, and again, and again. The flat of her tongue laps on me, sketching up and over, then pats the crest until I’m swollen for her. Broken exhales push from my mouth as she skims her tongue across the fine line cutting through my crown.