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She’d provoked the Dark Lust, and the Fire and Winds were merely guarding the door while he used it to discipline her. They weredo not disturbsigns that came with lethal consequences if you tried.

“Confess to me, my Bellatore,” he breathed, working half his middle finger inside her. “Tell me why I’m punishing you.”

Her pleasure came in shocked bursts as her head fell back then came forward to continue watching. “I… I kissed you and… and…”

“And?” He pushed the rest of the way inside her, his powers picking up every detail of what she’d endured at the hands of the wicked. He closed his eyes, forming the exactconcoction of fire and divine winds, then infused his aching need to heal her with them.

“Reuban! Oh!”

“Look at me.” Her tormented gaze found him as he touched every inch of her. “How does it feel my Bellatore?” he asked softly.

Her brows pulled together harder as his powers directed him to a spot inside her. “Oh God!”

“Answer me.”

“So good.”

“You want me to touch your clit?” He stroked his thumb all around the sensitive bud.

The agony in her eyes built as her perfect mouth went wider. “Please. Please, yes.”

Fuck, he’d intended to deprive her of an orgasm but that meant depriving himself. Why should he be punished for her sins? He asked himself the cute question merely for the fun of it.

He lay between her legs, deciding he wanted to both feel and taste her glorious breaking.

“Reuban, what are you doing?” she shot out as he lowered his mouth.

He paused just before devouring his dessert. “Kissing your pussy.” There was something niggling in his memory about the etiquette of talking to a woman, but this power said his words had to match the crime. Filthy. “And licking it,” he added, moving his finger along that spot inside her. “Do you want my lips and tongue on your perfect, naughty pussy my Bellatore?” He needed to hear it while she was burning alive.

“Oh my God,” she panted, the words shaking as she fully realized her utter end and helplessness.

He stroked his face against her inner thigh right as her taut nipples became a fatal attraction. He moved his other hand up her tight body, greedily claiming the perfect mound. Her hotgaze snapped to her breast as he slid his thumb over the hard nipple. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she barely said, her hips jerking frantically for what he dangled before her.

“Answer the question, Bellatore.”

“Yes!” she half yelled. “Please, I want it, I want it more than anything!”

“I want to hear the words,” he decided, his own breaths thick as he lowered his mouth back to her pussy. Fuck. He closed his eyes, letting it consume him. “You smell fucking divine.” He traced the hot silk near her clit with the tip of his tongue, groaning at the jolt through her body.

“I want it, I want your lips and tongue on me. Your beautiful mouth all over me.”

The unexpected confession rocked him. He licked over her clit once, barely a flick as he squeezed her plump breast hungrily.

“I’m not sorry,” she panted.

That confession hit the pause button on his power.

He drew his finger slowly out of her, only to add a second before gently pushing back inside.

“I wanted it,” she shot out between breaths. “I wanted to kiss you. I wanted it more than anything.” The cry wrenched from her chest, and he pressed his mouth on her clit with a victorious growl, moaning and sucking her orgasm from her. She forced his mouth tighter to her pussy with every finger latched in his hair.

His dark powers showed him the perfect way. The pace, speed, and pressure for the longest, hardest climax she was capable of.

And while she rejoiced to every entity in the universe, he felt it. Her signature on some dotted line, binding her to a contract he only vaguely understood.

Kollaborator King

Krave’s cock gave a throb as Kildare’s fire suddenly engaged with his Divine Winds. At the same moment, Kildare shot up from the small chair next to a sleeping Josie, looking around. Their gazes met then they both looked at Kaos when his dark lust licked all over them.