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“Do not speak,” she begged. “I will hate you more.”

She pulled on my hair and pressed her mouth harder to mine. I froze, reaching for her hands and pinning them against the door.

We glared at one another, breathing hard.

“Vicious creature,” I said.

“Beast,” she spat.

In retaliation, I ground into her, smiling wickedly when her head fell back against the door, exposing the creamy column of her neck to my mouth. I sucked on her skin until a cry tore from her throat.

“Deny yourself my pleasure, creature,” I said, lips trailing her jaw. “It will only drive you mad.”

I met her gaze but did not kiss her again. She glared back, her skin flushed, her lips swollen.

“Let. Go.”

Her demand twisted throughout my body, frustrating every limb, but I obeyed and lowered her to the ground. I could not bring myself to give her distance, and she did not push me away. Instead, her eyes lowered to where my arousal strained against the front of my tunic before she stepped into me, her head tilted back to hold my stare.

“Give me a letter,” she said, her breath caressing my lips. “And I will relieve you of this misery.”

Her words made my body ache, and I twined my fingers into her hair, claws grazing her scalp. She barely winced. I wanted to refuse her, but I was desperate and lust-filled, and I did not think I could continue with this pounding in my head, heart, and cock.

“U,” I said.

“Me?” she asked, a line appearing between her brows.

“U,” I said again. “The letter.”

There was a breath of silence before my hand tightened in her hair.

“On your knees,” I said, and she lowered to one, then the other, gaze unwavering.

I lifted my tunic and reached into my pants to pull out my heavy cock, red in color from the amount of blood rushing to the head. I watched my creature as she looked at it. Her eyes widened, but she took it into her hands and licked me from base to tip. As her tongue and mouth closed over the crown, my hands returned to her hair, gathering it from her face so I could watch her taste me.

She kept her hand on me, a steady pressure that worked up and down my shaft, and now and then, she would look up to watch my face as if she truly cared for my pleasure. I leaned into it, begging, hoping,wishing.

“Fuck.”

The word slipped between my teeth as I lost myself in her soft, warm, and wet mouth. She was perfection at my feet, and I closed my eyes as my body tightened and a tingling feeling consumed me as I came, a raw sound escaping my mouth as she sucked me hard before letting me go. I took her face between my hands as I stared at her, flush and rosy and fucking beautiful.

“You are a sweet creature,” I said, and she rose to her feet and pulled me against her, her mouth colliding with mine. I could taste my come in her mouth as her tongue thrust against mine.

I gripped her tight, but she pushed me away.

“A letter,” she said. “For each time you wish to come by my hand.”

I narrowed my eyes, a strange mix of emotions warring inside me. The futile hope I’d had that she might like me in some small way as she’d taken me into her mouth vanished.

“You presume much, creature.”

“Tell me when your cock is in my mouth again,” she said.

We were only inches apart, and I leaned closer to her, speaking in a half whisper.

“Do not act as if you are not wet for me, vicious creature,” I said, a clawed finger trailing down her face. “I touched you. Iknowyou.”

She shoved against me, but I did not move.