The blanket is hot—Tristian’s skin is hot—and I can feel the sweat beading on the small of my back. My face must be glowing red by now. It’s almost as bad as that night Rath teased me until I called him Dimitri, and in some ways even worse. All I want to do is squirm and buck and feel him moving inside me. I know I’ll be embarrassed about it later, but right now it’s all I can think about. Distantly, I wonder why I should even care if he fucks me right here, in front of everyone. I bear down, clenching around him. He pulls in a sharp breath, cursing a low, “Fuck me,” and I hear more than see
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