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My stomach dropped.

“It changes how much sleep we’re going to get tonight, for one thing.”

I yelped when he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He took me in a hungry kiss, walking us to the bed, and then he laid me down, moving over me without breaking our kiss. The tension of the conversation bled out of me, and my hands began to roam over his face, his hair, his collar, the buttons. I opened them one by one, and he followed, opening mine. We fought with our clothes until I was free of my tunic and his shirt was stripped off and cast on the floor.

His eyes heated, and he skated his fingers over my collarbone, down to the curve of my breast. I gasped at the sensation of his thumb stroking across my peaked nipple, arching into his touch.

He smiled, dipping his head, and kissing a slow trail down my neck. My skin came alive everywhere his lips touched, and my breaths came faster when they closed around my nipple, sucking the sensitive peak until I moaned. Then he turned his attention to the other, and I felt the sensation all the way to my core. I hadn’t known that pleasure before.

I’d been with a man, but not like this. That was forbidden—rushed and basic. This was the opposite—slow and deliberate. Each move intentional. As his trail of kisses descended to my stomach and down to the buttons of my pants, I stilled. He carefully opened them, kissing the newly revealed skin there. He gripped the pants at my hips, and I lifted so he could peel them down.

He knelt over me and dropped them to the floor, leaving me bare, and just stared, unashamed, at all of me revealed to him. I cursed myself for the dozens of times I’d looked away when he was naked or insisted he’d put some clothes on.

He dipped his head again, and I froze. “What are you doing?”

He paused, looking through his dark lashes. “I’m making my claim.”

I felt his words everywhere. And then everything paled into insignificance when his tongue swirled around that place where he’d stroked me to a mind-blowing peak at the inn. I didn’t try to stop him even though his mouth there seemed wrong. In truth, nothing had ever felt so right.

His groan of pleasure told me all I needed to know about how he felt with his mouth there. His tongue laved the sensitive skin the same way he kissed, thorough and sure.

I began to writhe beneath him until I felt his finger brush over my entrance and slowly sink inside. I gasped as he added a second finger and slowly worked them in and out, his tongue continuing to bring me higher. His fingers curled, finding a sensitive spot, and I arched. A pleasure unlike any I’d known built, better than any I’d given myself. I ground on his tongue, free of inhibition, just seeking more pressure, more pleasure. The fingers inside me flicked over that place, and he sucked my most sensitive spot into his mouth, circling and suckling until I crashed over the edge of my pleasure and cried out in ecstasy.

“Goddess,” he gasped, breathless, as he slipped his fingers out of me.

I was lost to the new feelings of pleasure which had taken over my whole body.

“Are you okay, Sol?”

“I…” I didn’t have words available, but my smile said it for me.

Nyx smiled too, crawling over me again and placing a kiss on my lips. I didn’t shy away, and to my surprise, a sweet, heady taste joined his own unique flavor as he kissed me deeply. I was tasting myself, and it was incredibly arousing.

I reached down and slid my hand over the bulge in his pants, caressing it through the fabric and eliciting a moan from him. I fumbled for the buttons and opened them, pushing them down over his rounded, amazing arse. He stopped me, guiding my hands away.

“We don’t have to,” he said carefully.

“I want to,” I pressed.

“Make sure you mean it.”

“I do mean it.”

“You need to be sure because once I’m inside you, I’ll never be able to give you up.”

“I’ll never want you to,” I promised.

He stood to shove his pants down and pulled them off, coming back to rest over me, and I felt the length of him settle between my legs. He was large.

“Tell me to stop if you need me to.” His need to reassure me warmed my heart, but I wasn’t going to break.

“Please,” I begged.

“Patience,” he scolded.

But I didn’t have any patience. I was needy to finally feel him.

“When you’ve come half a dozen more times and are begging me to stop, I’m going to remind you of this conversation,” he teased.