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“You came inside me,” she said when he finally pulled back to stand, tucking his shaft away.

Time to think of a lie. He had time to come up with one while she turned over to face him.

“I told you I am not from these lands. I wear a rare enchantment I stole from a Witch that prevents me from getting another pregnant.”

He watched her brows twitch for a moment. “I did not know something like that was possible.”

It is not.A human wouldn’t know that. Witches had their own form of preventatives, at least from what he heard; teas and concoctions they could make.

Before she could think much longer on it, he cut into her thoughts.

“If you believe we are done, then you are mistaken.” Geryon’s chest was heaving, his breaths still coming out in deep huffs. “Take off your dress,” he demanded.

His nose crinkled at the cold look she gave him, one of clear defiance.

She still wishes to deny this? Even when I scent her orgasm, her lingering arousal?If only he could tell her he could sense it, tell her she couldn’t hide it from him.

He wasn’t satisfied. He wasn’t done with her body this evening.

He expected her to hit him like she did in the war room, was waiting for her to give him some rebuff. The moment she did, he knew he would take her in the same way he just did, with unyielding force.

If he had to teach her just how much she wanted him, he would, but...I do not want her to deny me anymore.Geryon wanted to enjoy her, to coax her to truly let go.

She was beginning to moan, was beginning to show him more emotions, small though they were.The mask is beginning to slip.Still, he didn’t want a peek. No, he wanted to violently rip it from her.

He wanted her to explodewith abandon.

“No,” she told him, denying his request to unclothe herself.

His heart began to beat erratically, frustration boiling in his veins.I cannot rip it from her.Not after that word. Oh, how he longed to see this beautiful woman naked. Here, in this room, they were private, and he wanted to unveil her.

He may not get another chance like this.

His fists clenched tightly, averting his gaze from her to calm himself. He hadn’t felt anger and disappointment like this in a long time. It tickled the back of his neck, a warning that he was a hair-trigger away from losing his control to those terrible emotions.

Then, stepping forward with that expressionless mask, she came up to him, and he was unsure of what she would do.

Will she strike me? Point that dagger of hers at my chest? Kick me in the shin again?He feared his own reaction to any of those possibilities.

The closer she got, the worse he felt.

Pressing her fingertips underneath his jaw to gently caress it, she pressed her lips next to his to kiss the corner. “But you can remove it.”

He didn’t even know he was holding in a breath, not until her words knocked it out of him.

I can remove it?Dumbfounded, since her words weren’t what he anticipated, he stared at her rather than moved.

She pressed her lips to his softly, giving him fluttering little kisses. They were so gentle in comparison to the way he took her mouth that he was unsure if he truly felt them.

He could barely believe she was instigating this kiss. She had never reached to kiss him before.

He thought she would be angry with the way he took her. He hadn’t been kind to her while he released his pent-up emotions.Is this another trick?

It was only when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and began to lightly pull on his hair, playing with it, that he kissed her back. He stayed with her lightness, enjoying this playful dance.

It was one that dripped with womanly, sensual desire, rather than his aggressive, masculine lust.

There was a rush from the crown of his head that flowed all the way down to his feet. Rather than be filled with anger, it was like she was slowly changing how he felt to pure yearning. It cooled his anger but made him burn in other ways.