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I stepped back, coming to my senses. “No. I’m sweetcream. You go and do what you need to do.”

He bristled with a powerful magnetism that got my dick twitching. “I will.”

Please don’t leave. “And I’m sorry for your loss.”

He moved closer. “I’m sorry for yours, too.”

Forgetting myself, I took his hands in mine. His skin was heavenly silk.

He brushed my knuckles with his thumbs, his eyes flashing with desire.

I knew that flash, constantly craving the predatory, delicious scrutiny that followed it.

“It’s taking all my willpower not to fuck you right here,” he purred.

I quivered, more than ready to rip off my clothes and command him to have at it. Fuck everything, just let him fuck me.

I didn’t say that, but I didn’t counter it with a sensible answer.

Uh-oh.

Heat crept into my face, every cell of my body sparking with need.

He freed his left hand, cupping my chin. “Apologies. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Against any better judgment, I said, “I like to hear you say it.”

His fangs appeared, his gaze instantly more feral. My dick turned to the merry kind of stone, and he glanced down at it as if sensing the erection with some sort of stiffy radar.

“We shouldn’t—” he began but stopped. He gently tugged me to follow him.

The lack of willpower got my feet moving, allowing him lead me around the back of a hut for some privacy.

Stop this…a pathetic inner rebuttal struggled to get off the ground.

Out of sight, Silvanus twirled me as if we were in a ballroom, then planted his lips on mine. A swathe of stars glittered in my mind, his skin on mine so right, so wrong, so fucking hot.

I grabbed his face, crushing my lips harder to his, getting nipped in the process, my blood spilling between our mouths. It made him growl and slam me into the hut wall.

He pressed himself against me, his hardness brushing mine. One of his hands found the top button of my jeans, the action causing a precum leak from me.

Damn, I was so fucking hard.

“Yes…” I breathed into the kiss.

He peeled his lips away from mine, keeping his face close. My blood ran down his chin, his eyes luminous rubies. Locking that stare to me, he slid his hand into my jeans and bypassed the underwear to curl his fingers around my shaft.

I moaned, toes curling.

Stop this right now…

Yeah, that feeble voice could fuck right off. I didn’t care about where we were or any post-climax consequences. I just wanted to be at his mercy again.

He caressed me, his thumb teasing the tip by drawing a circle, getting sticky with precum. And he kept his eyes on me, never breaking the scintillating hold.

I stared right back, wanting to see every lip curl, every glint of scarlet. Every drop of desire.

He pulled his hand out, sucking the teased droplets of me off his thumb. “Amazing.”