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“Needy girl. You’ve wanted this. Your pussy is already pulsing for me.”

I make a sound that could almost be distinguished as a whimper. I’m making a lot of sounds, ones I’ve never made before, all of which are directed by him. He’s the conductor and I’m his orchestra, all moans and slapping skin.

I’m turned around. Rhenn lifts me to the desk’s top, then pulls me to its very edge. He’s in me again, one hand fisting my hair. I suck in a breath, barely able to concentrate on the intense pressure as a different one overtakes me. Sharp teeth sink into my neck. It aches, but in a way that has me crying out for more.

I focus on the sensations, biting my lip as Rhenn rearranges my insides.

He’s impossibly deep, breaking me, consuming me.

There’s an eruption growing inside me, a release I want so desperately to find.

Heat begins to radiate around the punctures he’s focusing on, sucking, draining me more than he ever has. “Rhenn,” I utter. I’m not even sure if the word left my mouth. Everything is beginning to fuzz over. He shoves into me with even more force, reacting to the sound of his name as though it were a praise, and if not for the fact that he is drinking way too much, it would be.

The line between pleasure and pain is blurring.

“Rhenn,” I try again. He sucks deeper against the wound, taking everything I have. There’s a ringing in my ears. Everything is spinning. I hold onto him, still needing him so badly.

With a groan, Rhenn releases me, resting his forehead against my shoulder.

“Pretty little Vixen,” he murmurs, his breathing shallow and uneven. “You cry so beautifully. Let me feel how good you come.”

If his dirty words weren’t enough to make me lose myself, the way he’s rocking his hips is. His motions are more controlled now, less angry. And when his fingers take hold of my hips, it’s like a tidal wave crashes through me, forcing me to clamp my eyes shut while I suck in large gulps of air.

He buries his face in my neck, and that’s all it takes. My orgasm quakes through me like a storm at sea. It’s not stars dancing across my vision as he takes me over the edge, it’s the entire freaking galaxy.

I cry out because it hurts, and because it feels so good.

“Fuck. You’re gripping my cock so tight, baby.” Rhenn’s fingers dig into my skin, pumping faster. Harder. He groans again, pulling out of me one final time and pushing back in.

Harsh breathing fills the room. We cling to each other desperately, like we need the other to stay upright.

I’m pretty sure he’s just taken my soul and ripped it from my body. It’s the only conclusion I can come to because that was straight up sinful.

When he pulls back, his lips are stained with my blood. It’s so hard to focus on them. I’m dizzy all over again, coming down too quickly from my high.

“Vix?” Rhenn’s eyes search mine, something concerning in them.

I want to tell him I’m okay because he actually sounds worried. The words die on my tongue. I’m just so tired. The throbbing in my ears is too loud.

I try to stand, needing a glass of water or maybe some fresh air. My footing is unsteady. I stumble forward, landing in his arms. Rhenn holds me against him, leading me to his bed, then lays me in it. He’s gone so quickly. I’m too disoriented to wonder where he went. My body feels too weak.

It doesn’t take long before he returns. A shiver courses through me when something warm runs over my inner thigh, and I look down. Whatever I expected, it wasn’t this. Rhenn holds a damp cloth, gliding it softly across my skin. There’s caution behind the motions, maybe even care.

Tears brim over my vision, but I keep them back. I know he’s only doing this because he doesn’t want a mess on his sheets. It almost feels intimate though, and that’s something I’ve never had after the act. It’s something I’ve never really had at all.

I let my eyes fall closed, savoring this moment because I know it won’t last. I’m probably just delirious from blood loss anyway.

The bed dips, a warm body fitting closely to mine. His lips brush over my shoulder, breathing already heavier with the promise of coming sleep. I follow him, drifting into unconsciousness. When I hear the softest murmur of my name, I know I’m already there.

Little things bring me to the edge of awareness. Sheets being lifted over my bare body. Hot, breathy kisses on my neck. Fingers lacing through mine.

I sleep peacefully. Comfortably. Deeply.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

SUMNER

For as long as I can remember, my dreams have always felt real. There are even times after I wake up when it’s hard for me to tell what was imagined and what’s reality.