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His face fell into the crook of my neck, and his lips brushed over my skin as his tongue darted out to taste me. I twisted toward him, and our mouths collided in a hot and vicious kiss. I let my legs fall open, frantic for his touch, hoping he would not resist, but he kept his hands planted firmly around me. I lifted my dress and broke the kiss, letting my head fall against his shoulder as I parted my own flesh, twisting my wrist to reach deeper inside me.

“Fuck.” The curse slipped from his lips.

A moan broke past my lips, and I whispered to him what I never wanted to say aloud.

“I am so wet,” I said as he watched me pleasure myself over my shoulder.

“Fuck me,” he whispered as his lips danced across my shoulder and up the column of my neck, teeth scraping hungrily.

“I am trying,” I said, shifting my legs over his so that I was far more exposed. “Don’t you want to touch me?”

“That is a foolish fucking question,” he said as his teeth nibbled at my ear, but it worked.

One of his hands broke away and tangled in my hair, and he jerked my head back so he could kiss my mouth, but his action only freed me enough to pleasure myself far easier than before. As I moved inside my heat, bliss threaded throughout my body, curling deep in my belly to the point that I could no longer contain my orgasm. I opened my mouth against Casamir’s as I came. When I removed my hand and reached for him, he caught it and brought my fingers to his mouth, sucking each one clean. As he did, a laugh drew our attention.

The fairy Casamir had tossed to the ground had risen, and her wicked smile returned.

“No use resisting,” she said, her voice as pure as the chimes that had led me here. “It would have come to this eventually.”

Casamir went rigid behind me.

“What is she talking about?” I asked.

“I do not know, but if she does not shut up, I will pluck her head from her body.”

The fairy giggled again. “I only gave you what you truly wanted. Your deepest desire. It is not every day I find two people who want each other. Consider yourself lucky.”

Then she fluttered away, and silence stretched between us.

“Release me,” I said.

He didn’t listen, his body growing tense against mine.

“Casamir,” I warned, and then my hands were free. I shifted onto my knees and faced him. His eyes were dark, our need screaming between us.

“I hate you,” I said, even as I straddled him and his hands curved against my ass.

I had to say it because what I was about to do didn’t make sense.

But I wanted this.

I wanted to be wanted.

A small smile curved his lips.

“The feeling’s mutual, creature.”

As my mouth collided with his, Casamir tore my dress in two, each piece falling off my shoulders and pooling around my waist. I didn’t care, couldn’t care. My need for release had gone beyond anything rational, and I was consumed by him—by his mouth and his touch, both of which were now on my breasts.

“Is it true?” Casamir asked. “Is it true that you desire me?”

I was quiet.

“Answer the fucking question.”

His hands tightened on me, his lips pressed to my neck.

“Yes,” I breathed. “And you?”