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My breath grew more and more ragged as I continued to rub my hands over him. His hips rocked beneath me and before I realized what I was doing, I was gyrating my pelvis on his, shamelessly seeking more friction against my clit.

“Omaera,” he murmured, making me open my eyes. I didn’t even realize I’d closed them. “It’s a bit odd that we’re dry humping like teenagers and I’ve never even kissed you?”

A fresh wave of heat filled my cheeks, but that rush of embarrassment was no match for the smile that pulled up at the corners of my mouth. “Then we need to fix that.”

Maxar nodded, reaching up and cupping my jaw in his big hand, possessively, and pulling me down. I made sure to brace myself with my hands on either side of him so that I didn’t rest any of my weight on his body. When his lips brushed against mine—soft, warm, and way too sweet for someone who could very well be a sociopath—it was all I could do not to completely melt into him.

His pinky finger rested against my neck, no doubt feeling my racing pulse, as he took control of the kiss. His tongue was skilled, not too intrusive, and wickedly teasing of prowess I could experience elsewhere if I wanted. With every stroke of his tongue against mine, the closer to climax I drew. I wasn’t even grinding against him anymore. We were just kissing. Just making out, andyet, the way all my erogenous zones lit up—as if on fire in the most exquisite way—had me spellbound and completely at his mercy.

Reaching up with his other hand, he cupped my breast over my bra and fresh, hot pleasure raced through me. Almost as if flames were flickering on my nipples. I gasped and broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to look into his eyes. He still held the side of my face, so even if I wanted to—which I didn’t—I couldn’t have pulled away.

The old Maxar was back; the daring, playful glint back in his amber gaze. “What do you feel, My Queen?”

“You know what you’re doing,” I practically panted. Hot, decadent pools of need filled every corner of my body.

“I do. But I want to hear it from you. What do youfeel?”

“Heat,” I breathed. “Fire.” I swallowed. “Pleasure.”

“Where?”

Blinking quickly, I concentrated on exactly where I was feeling the flames. “M-my nipples.”

“Where else?”

I swallowed again and startled when what felt like fingers stroking my clit nearly made me come on the spot. Glancing down at his hand where it rested on the bed, I couldn’t figure out what was happening. He still had my jaw cupped with his other hand. How was this possible?

“Where else?” he asked again, a bit more sternly, which made me jump to answer him like a good girl.

“My clit. But … it’s like you’re rubbing it. H-how is that possible?”

“Magic.” He did it again, and I groaned. “Where else?”

I was having a hard time concentrating at this point.

“Where else, Omaera?”

The use of my real name, rather than the nickname “My Queen” that he preferred, brought me back to reality.

“In-inside,” I stammered. “It’s like you’re inside me, b-but you’re not.”

“I can direct flames to wherever I want inside your body. Flames of pure pleasure. I can tell them what to do. Where to touch. Where else would you likethese flames?”

Oh god … What a question. Everywhere? I wanted to wear flames like a damned hazmat suit so that every single cell of my body felt the way my nipples and clit did.

This isn’t about you. You’re supposed to be healing him.

Right.

My conscience snapped me back to reality, and I blinked. “You don’t have to do this. Let me helpyou. You’re probably wasting valuable energy, aren’t you?”

His chuckle did nothing to quell the surmounting desire inside of me. All it did was rake across my clit like a stubble-covered chin and make me tremble. “Oh, My Queen, this is helping me. Your pleasure is my pleasure.”

“Maxar, please. I can’t bear the thought of you in pain.” I sat up, forcing him to release his hold on my jaw.

“I wasn’t in any pain until you pulled away. Let me make you come, Omaera. It’s all I’ve dreamed of since the moment I caught your scent and realized the Fates had finally granted me a mate.Thatwill heal me.”

I regarded him with a lifted brow. It was tough to tell if he was lying or not. He really did have some sociopathic qualities, but for reasons I’m sure the Fates had a hand in, I was drawn to them. His chaos lured me in like a honeytrap, and I wanted nothing more than to give him what he asked for.