“Do you consent to me doing this?” he asks in a whisper, shadow fingers digging into my hips. Not painfully but enough to make my body hum in response. “Do I have your permission to do…” He dips his head fully, and my heart hammers in my chest. His lips are a breath away, and when his nose nudges mine, he takes my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling back until it snaps into place. “This?” I swallow, nodding slowly, both in sync with each inhale and exhale. “Words, mortal,” he hisses. “Follow your own rules and give me fucking words.” “Yes,” I breathe. “Do you?” I tilt my head back, and our
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