I sat up only to take his face back in my hands, turn his mouth to mine, and nibble my way across his full bottom lip, an amused puff of breath stroking over my cheeks in my path. I reached the left corner, and Asterion's horns thunked against the back of the carriage as he pulled away, but when he leaned forward again, it was to press his mouth to my throat, tongue snaking out and caressing over my pulse, down into the crooked collar of my dress. The néktar was so heady it made me dizzy, swaying into his arms, arching into his tongue. His pleasure at holding me, tasting me; my own at the
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