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Grabbing a pillow, he urges my ass in the air and positions me on it before pushing my knees apart and flattening them to the bed. “You are fucking perfect,” he says with a look of pure adoration in his eyes. They never fail to make me feel like the sexiest woman they’ve ever seen.

Hart drops his head to kiss me senseless, my breathing picking up speed and causing me to writhe beneath him. But he keeps me pinned to the mattress, unable to get any relief from the ache he’s creating between my legs, and something deeper inside me begs for his touch.

“Hart,” I whisper against his lips. “Please.” I’m not above begging to get an orgasm.

His mouth leaves mine, and he descends lower and lower until he’s breathing across my core. The caress is almost painful, but he’s got me immobile and unable to chase what I need from him.

“If I taste you, I’ll not be stopping. Are you ready for that?” he checks.

“I was ready for you diurnals ago.”

He laughs, and his mouth descends, licking a path from my clit, through the liquid heat, and down to my ass. I suck in a shocked breath at the sensation, which he repeats, again and again.

“Fuck yes, you like it a little dirty,” he groans. My stomach clenches, and I cry out when he ventures a little deeper into that forbidden hole. He stabs his tongue inside my pussy before scraping his teeth over my clit. My legs tremble with the need to come.

My hands tangle in his hair, and I tug to demonstrate where I want him. He resists before pulling away completely. “Hart,” I plead. This is cruel and unusual punishment. I need him to push me over. Now.

“Hang on, Calamity,” he snaps. He sheds his breeches and underwear, crawls up my body, hooks one knee under his arm, and opens me up with his hips. The head of his thick cock rubs against my clit before sliding down past my pussy and teasing my ass. I tense and shake my head.

He smirks. “Not yet. We’ll get you there, and when we do, you’ll come harder than you’ve ever done before.”

My hands tighten on his shoulders. “I’m good. Being split in two by your giant dick is not a fantasy.”

He snorts. “I’ll be happy to teach you how wrong you are.

” Then he pushes inside me, sliding through my slick heat.

My eyes widen in fascination as his face contorts with a look of pure pleasure edged with pain.

He stretches me slowly, savoring the feeling of being connected and tying us together deeper.

Pleasure quickly replaces the sting until he finally bottoms out. His forehead rests against mine, and he closes his eyes. “You good?” he checks.

I’m full. The pressure is almost unbearable, but the promise of what waits hovers at the edge of consciousness. I need him to take me there. I nod. “Move, please.”

Keeping his head against mine, he drags his cock out of my heat slowly before pushing back inside.

The smallest amount of friction against my clit makes me tense.

My climax is so close, I can feel my heartbeat in my core, waiting for the moment he takes me over the edge.

Nothing is ever that easy with Hart, though.

He wouldn’t be him if he gave me everything I asked for. I squirm against his unyielding hold, and his lips twitch.

“Look at me,” I beg.

His jaw tics. “Being inside you is Idylican, Daphne. If I look at you, I won’t take this at the pace you need.”

“Wrong. I need this faster, harder.”

Suddenly, he flips us, still connected, so I’m straddling him. My eyes widen as he sinks in deeper. He folds his hands behind his head and stares at me with that arrogant smirk. “Prove it,” he taunts.

My hips swivel in a slight movement, testing the sensation.

He hisses, and my lips curl into a smile.

His mistake is thinking I don’t want what I demand.

It takes a tempo to get the angle right before my hips lift and snap down, making us both groan.

My hands fist on his chest before I bend back and place them on his thighs, giving him an uninterrupted view of where we are connected.

Carnal need flares in his gaze. I work myself harder, faster, and cry out as he tilts his hips to hit something inside me that makes me see stars.

“Fuck,” I breathe. This orgasm is going to undo me. I have to trust he will hold me together. Sex is uniquely vulnerable and utterly breathtaking.

His jaw clenches, and his hand lands on my hip, helping to guide my movement.

His other hand goes between us, drawing a circle around my clit.

My spine arches, and I scream as the orgasm tears through me.

Hart lifts my hips, and in a fluid move, drops me over his face.

My hands hit the wall above his head to stay upright.

He buries his tongue inside my clenching pussy and pushes the tip of a finger inside my ass.

My vision blackens, and another impossibly stronger orgasm rolls through me.

My throat tightens, and I struggle with the overwhelming pleasure.

A tempo later he flips me, drags my boneless legs over his shoulders, and punches his cock inside me once more.

He snarls, a primal sound that makes everything female inside me preen. Tilting me back, he unleashes himself and hammers inside of me so hard my head hits the wall. I push my hands against it, securing myself and arching my spine to absorb the impact.

The bands inside me snap with a now familiar sensation. I can’t come again—I won’t survive it.

“Yes, you can,” he demands. I shake my head. “Touch yourself, Calamity.”

My hand obeys his command, and my fingers brush against my swollen and slick clit. Each brush makes me tighten around him. His hips lose their rhythm as I drive him to the edge.

“Come for me,” he groans. His hand wraps possessively around my throat. He would never hurt me, although I can guarantee I am going to be sore following this.

“I can’t,” I tell him truthfully. Everything is too sensitive.

He rears back, then shocks me senseless when he slaps my clit hard. The sting brings tears to my eyes. I take it back. But does sensual pain count? He rubs the abused flesh in a soft caress, and I curse.

Impossible heat builds, pushing the sting away. His eyes narrow as he catalogs my reaction. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Do I like this? He slaps me again, and it brings me closer once more.

“I’m going to come,” I cry out.

“Thank fuck,” he snarls. Two more slaps, and I explode. He growls low as he follows me over the cliff.

My being is scattered among the stars in the sky, and I have the absurd thought that perhaps stars are made every time someone feels this kind of overwhelming pleasure—a mark against the universe when we give up a tiny piece of our souls for those we love.

I would fill the night sky with a galaxy for these men.

“Can you sleep now?” he says as he gathers me in his arms and pulls the furs up over our bodies.

“If not, I volunteer to be the next distraction,” Theo growls. “Not that I didn’t get off on that show, but I’m ready to go again.”

“Get in line,” Malachi retorts.

Wait, they are in here? Holy Idol balls of Blazes. My cheeks heat. My body snaps upright, and I dart my head out of the weird bed cave, discovering a few more pods with the other knights inside. Malachi winks at me. They got off on hearing me and Hart?

“Everyone go to sleep,” Nash snaps.

Please don’t let my sister be in here.

“She’s not here, relax,” Hart whispers, tucking my body alongside his and enclosing me in his heat.

My eyes flutter closed.

“Threefold is looking really good right now,” Nash says softly. “I hope you’re ready.”

My lips lift. “Whenever you are.”