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He’s real, and he’s looking at me like I’m better than chocolate ice cream.

“That is so good. You are everything,” he says, hoarse. A smile curves my lips because knowing it’s good for him makes it even better for me.

I slide him further in, and we both gasp, leaning our foreheads together, taking a moment to adjust to the sensation. It’s more intimate, more special, than it has any right to be.

Then I feel it—the way his cock is moving, working inside me.

“Oh, oh,” I moan, a second orgasm starting to build. I rock against him, needy, and he does what I’ve asked. He talks me through it, his fingers gripping my hips so tight that it should hurt, but it just feels right.

“Tell me what you need,” he demands. “Tell me what your body wants.”

Wordless, unable to make any coherent noise, I grab his hand and put it between us, then cry out as he pulls it away from where I need it most.

“I don’t want to hurt you, hyrulis,” he says softly, before easily biting his talons off. He spits them to the floor, and it should be gross.

It’s not.

It’s hot.

So hot.

I move against him, chasing the release that’s so close now.

“Show me where,” he says, fingers dipping between my folds. Guiding him carefully, I put his newly shorn fingertips on my clit.

“Gentle,” I hiss out, and it doesn’t take him long to fall into a rhythm that matches what his cock is doing inside me.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

I lean forward, pressing my mouth against his, needing him everywhere I can get him. His tongue flicks against mine, and the orgasm plows through me like a freight train.

And a third one is coming right after it, like a little sex caboose.

“Chugga chugga choo choo,” I moan.

“Choo choo?” Rex repeats, sounding dazed. “Is that what you call this?”

“It is now,” I tell him, rolling us so he’s on top. “I need more,” I tell him. “I need it.”

He grins down at me, a devilish light in those orange eyes, and I reach up, grabbing his horns on pure instinct.

“Hyrulis,” he hisses.

Better than choo choo, I guess.

We ride that train (each other, ahem) until the feverish need to have sex has finally waned, and I’m sticky with our mutual release.

When we finally pull apart, my skin isn’t nearly as hot.

Faint light shines through the window coverings. A new day is here, and everything has changed.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-SIX

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