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Authors: Alexandra Ivy, Laura Wright
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female who was making him consider the oath he’d taken, the rules he’d broken last night—remaining a ghost. How was he going to manage it? Having her and having the PSL? Because sure as shit he wasn’t giving up either.
Resisting the urge to climb on top of her and lick his way down her body until he reached the cream his cat wanted so badly to taste, he gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze. But instead of waking, stretching, she sighed and clung to him even tighter.
He ground his teeth. If his dick got any harder the thing was going to fall off.
“Kitten,” he whispered in a measured yet gravelly tone.
She snuggled into his neck.
“We should go.” His voice was anything but calm, cool. Every inch of him was sending out shock waves. The vibration had to be felt miles away, it was so intense. This female was going to be his addiction. One he couldn’t and wouldn’t shake. He could feel it. And if she woke up, she was going to feel it too. Pressing insistently against her thigh.
“Hallie…” he warned.
“No,” she said on a very feminine groan, grinding her sex against the outside of his hipbone. “Not yet.”
His eyes were going to roll into the back of his motherfucking head any second. “We don’t have much time.”
“How long?” she asked, lapping at his neck with her hot tongue.
He sucked air between his teeth and clenched his hands into fists. “Half hour max.”
“Perfect,” she whispered, kissing his neck, biting as she slid her hand down his chest and into the waistband of his jeans. “I can make that work.” He could feel her smile against his skin as she took his cock in her hand and squeezed. “I can definitely make that work.”
* * *
After the most perfect night of sleep, warm from this male’s body, safe because of this male’s promise, all Hallie wanted was to feel him on top of her, beneath her, against her…
Inside her.
So deep there would be no question to whom she belonged.
Maybe she was crazy to feel the way she did. Aching. Desperate to be completely taken and consumed by this male after five years of imprisonment and being forced…
No . Why did she even have to question herself? Her motives? For taking what she wanted? Asking for what she wanted? She deserved everything good and real. That heinous part of her life was over. She was the boss now. She took and gave because she wanted to. Because the brokenness inside her was slowly starting to repair with every kiss she gave and every smile he offered.
As she had the thought, her lips curved into a smile of her own. Mine. You’re mine, male , she mused as she squeezed Cerviel’s shaft. He felt like hot, smooth steel in her hand, and her insides hummed with a want she was just barely starting to understanding.
“You’re unleashing a beast with that,” Cerviel uttered on a growl.
Her smile widened. “Oh, I hope so.” She couldn’t even fully grip him, he was so thick. But she could stroke him. Up and down, squeezing him tight, brushing her thumb over the tip, following and reveling in his groans of pleasure.
The cave was still bathed in darkness, though a strange, steely light was starting to creep inside, comingling with the fading light of the lantern. But it was enough to see him, watch the bands of muscle in his neck tighten and pulse with strain, watch his finely chiseled stomach tense with every ragged breath.
But it wasn’t enough to see…everything.
Releasing him momentarily, she grabbed the waist of his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles, then stripped them off completely. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and for a just a moment she gazed at him. Beautiful, majestic, predatory.
Mine , she thought again as she crawled on top of him and straddled his hips.
Cerviel’s eyes widened and turned black with lust. And directly before her parted sex, his cock stood stiff and proud.
“Hallie,” he said, his voice threaded with barely contained desire. “If I lift you up and place
Resisting the urge to climb on top of her and lick his way down her body until he reached the cream his cat wanted so badly to taste, he gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze. But instead of waking, stretching, she sighed and clung to him even tighter.
He ground his teeth. If his dick got any harder the thing was going to fall off.
“Kitten,” he whispered in a measured yet gravelly tone.
She snuggled into his neck.
“We should go.” His voice was anything but calm, cool. Every inch of him was sending out shock waves. The vibration had to be felt miles away, it was so intense. This female was going to be his addiction. One he couldn’t and wouldn’t shake. He could feel it. And if she woke up, she was going to feel it too. Pressing insistently against her thigh.
“Hallie…” he warned.
“No,” she said on a very feminine groan, grinding her sex against the outside of his hipbone. “Not yet.”
His eyes were going to roll into the back of his motherfucking head any second. “We don’t have much time.”
“How long?” she asked, lapping at his neck with her hot tongue.
He sucked air between his teeth and clenched his hands into fists. “Half hour max.”
“Perfect,” she whispered, kissing his neck, biting as she slid her hand down his chest and into the waistband of his jeans. “I can make that work.” He could feel her smile against his skin as she took his cock in her hand and squeezed. “I can definitely make that work.”
* * *
After the most perfect night of sleep, warm from this male’s body, safe because of this male’s promise, all Hallie wanted was to feel him on top of her, beneath her, against her…
Inside her.
So deep there would be no question to whom she belonged.
Maybe she was crazy to feel the way she did. Aching. Desperate to be completely taken and consumed by this male after five years of imprisonment and being forced…
No . Why did she even have to question herself? Her motives? For taking what she wanted? Asking for what she wanted? She deserved everything good and real. That heinous part of her life was over. She was the boss now. She took and gave because she wanted to. Because the brokenness inside her was slowly starting to repair with every kiss she gave and every smile he offered.
As she had the thought, her lips curved into a smile of her own. Mine. You’re mine, male , she mused as she squeezed Cerviel’s shaft. He felt like hot, smooth steel in her hand, and her insides hummed with a want she was just barely starting to understanding.
“You’re unleashing a beast with that,” Cerviel uttered on a growl.
Her smile widened. “Oh, I hope so.” She couldn’t even fully grip him, he was so thick. But she could stroke him. Up and down, squeezing him tight, brushing her thumb over the tip, following and reveling in his groans of pleasure.
The cave was still bathed in darkness, though a strange, steely light was starting to creep inside, comingling with the fading light of the lantern. But it was enough to see him, watch the bands of muscle in his neck tighten and pulse with strain, watch his finely chiseled stomach tense with every ragged breath.
But it wasn’t enough to see…everything.
Releasing him momentarily, she grabbed the waist of his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles, then stripped them off completely. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and for a just a moment she gazed at him. Beautiful, majestic, predatory.
Mine , she thought again as she crawled on top of him and straddled his hips.
Cerviel’s eyes widened and turned black with lust. And directly before her parted sex, his cock stood stiff and proud.
“Hallie,” he said, his voice threaded with barely contained desire. “If I lift you up and place
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