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I start to move on my own.

He stops me.

“Let me move, not you.” It’s an order.

I don’t know if he’s waiting for a response, but I click once anyway.

He holds my hair and moves both himself and my head.

Fuck this is hot.

He stops me.

Starts me.

Stops me again.

He is edging himself on my fucking mouth.

Edge after edge.

His.

Mine somehow too.

I don't know how he's still running the room.

Maybe he's not human.

There are still things happening above me.

On the table.

Maybe he is literally an ancient Dungeon Master demon.

Cami whispers something above the table.

Ronan answers her without looking away from me.

Then his jaw tightens.

My hands are still on my thighs.

I haven't touched him once.

Not except with my mouth.

Because he hasn't permitted it.

The realization hits me like another drug.

He trusts me enough to be here.

I trust him enough to stay exactly where he put me.

His breath catches.

“Dex.”