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My fingers dig into his shoulders.

Whatever control I had left is fucking gone.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, voice cracking. “Please, don’t stop.”

He chuckles, a dark, amused sound leaves him, rough and pleased.

“Wasn’t planning to.”

He keeps the same relentless rhythm, watching my face like he needs to see exactly when I break.

And then I do.

Hard.

My whole body locks around him before the release tears through me, leaving me shaking beneath him.

Draygon groans against my mouth as his own release hits, his cock throbbing, buried inside me, his whole body tightening against mine before he finally stills.

He stays there for a second, breathing hard, forehead pressed to mine, one hand cradling the back of my head while the other keeps me tucked close.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “That’s it.”

I can barely breathe, let alone answer.

His thumb brushes slowly over my cheek as I come down, and when I finally open my eyes, he’s still watching me.

Not smug anymore.

Just wrecked.

Soft.

Possessive.

Like he wants to keep me exactly where I am.

“So fucking pretty when you let go for me.”

My stomach flips all over again.

Because apparently two orgasms isn’t enough to shut that stupid reaction down.

Chapter Seventeen

Wolfe

By the time the sponsor's manager finally lets me go, the house has gone mostly quiet.

Mostly anyway.

Someone is still talking downstairs, and judging by Andre’s muffled, “St Clair, I swear to fucking God,” Revel has somehow survived another day without developing an internal volume control.

I shut the front door behind me and glance around.

Rain taps against the tall windows. The fire in the sitting room has burned low, leaving the whole downstairs smelling like smoke, old wood and damp stone.

It’s fucking nice.