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"I'll be in hell when I see you on his arm, when I picture you in his bed, but I will watch, and I will burn for the rest of my life if this is the only way I get to have you.”

"You think this is me trying to seduce you? If I were trying to seduce you, you'd know."

Siento que es el meme de: do you want me to seduce you?

His fingers skim over the folds of my pussy, exploring me, and then his teeth are gone from my throat and he's licking the hot, throbbing spot on my neck, and I wish he was licking the hot, throbbing spot between my thighs.

"Let's get one thing straight," she said.
"In the bedroom, I'm in charge."
He arched a brow. "But you're in charge outside of the bedroom. Shouldn't I be permitted to be in charge here?"

"Good boy." She bent down and licked him from shaft to tip.
"Fucking hell. If you do that again, I swear I won't last."

"Eyes on me," she instructed.
"Yes, Olerra," he said.

Olerra drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it. It was a move so reminiscent of sex that he felt himself shaking with need. He did his best to ignore his own urges, letting her decide the pace. She was injured. He needed to be care—
She shoved him backward onto the bed.

My Prince,
Here is one petal for every time I've thought about you today.
My warmest regards,
Olerra.

"Look at you," she said. "All these beautiful muscles and pearly white skin. Oh, I wish you could see. I'm going to order a mirror brought into this room so the next time you're a good boy you can see yourself riding my fingers."

"Please," he said. "Olerra," he tacked on belatedly.
"Would you like another finger?" she
asked.
He swallowed, sweat trickling down his chest. He barely had to think over the ques-tion. "Yes, Olerra."
Another finger joined the first, and the sensation was uncomfortable at first, until the doubled pressure hit that fucking spot again.

“Flex whenever you notice a woman looking at you. Always smile."
"Flex and smile," he deadpanned.
"That's right."

She was going to have to fit this inside her if she wanted to fully claim her man.
And, oh, how she wanted that. When she'd first captured him, she'd thought the breadth of his body too big, the planes of him too hard. But seeing him naked and aroused had changed something. She saw how things could be between them in the bedroom. And she wanted that future.

“You don't get to come unless it is by my hands, Andrastus. You will not touch yourself, unless it is by my instruction. Only when you're a good boy will you get what you yearn for. Sleep well."

"I lost my wife some years ago. I have no woman to look after me. I'm desperate for the money."

“It was hard for Olerra not to laugh at the thought of a king on the throne. Men were unfit to rule. They were easy to provoke, and they always thought with their cocks instead of their heads, which was why they were better suited to the bedroom.”

A girl can only dream

"Aethelthryth, nothing would make me happier than having you with me here, or in any other place that I will call home, for as long as I live. Please, come in."

"I might not remember my name, or anything about who I am.
But I could never be near you and not know exactly what you are to me."

An impatient sigh interrupts me, and he crowds me even more against the cushions, which presses him close enough to me that ... Oh my God. Is that a stake in his pocket, or is he just glad to see me?

"What's your name?" He inches even closer.
I could tell him anything. Joan of Arc.
Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson. Fiona from Shrek. Sadly, immortality must have made me boring, because I say, "I go by Ethel."

Next time I want you in a bed, and I want you for the whole night. Maybe it will be enough time to do the things I've been thinking about doing to you.

"That's it. Look how well you're taking me." Another sharp thrust that pushes me deeper into the vanity. "You want this just as much as I do, don't you?"
My eyes try to drift closed, but a sharp smack across my ass has them going wide.
"I said I want your eyes," he reminds me.
"You're going to watch yourself come on my cock."
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"I want your eyes this time," he mur-murs, his fingers holding my chin so that I can't look away. "I want you to watch me make you come. I want you to know it's me doing this to you." I suck in a breath when he starts to move again, slowly. "I don't want you lying to yourself for one more fucking second about how badly you want this."

"Tell me to leave, Dani." Ezra's voice is quiet now, and I can feel the warmth of his breath only inches from my mouth. "Or I'm going to kiss you. Tell me to leave, or you're going to let me kiss you."

"Last time was the last time."
"Right. But you said that the time before that." He leans in a little closer, practically looming over me as he lowers his voice. "And the time before that...and the time before that...

Mackenzie smiles up at me, reaching to squeeze my hand, and I wonder idly if she realizes that she holds the entirety of my being in the palm of hers.

"You love me?"
His lips drifted closer, his eyes closing as his forehead pressed against hers, a rightness in every place they touched.
"If that's what this awful feeling in my chest is, if that's why I can't imagine my life without you, if that's what love is-then yes, Evie. I love you so much it's terrible."

"Sage I meant to ask-who exactly are you planning to share this story with?"
Evie flung her arms wide in a dramatic curtsy, faking exasperation. "Our children, obviously. Girls, I think. Two of them."

"When you tell this story, you can also say that the moment The Villain read that letter, the first person he wanted to tell was you. The first person—" He swallowed, struggling with the words. "The first person he wants to tell anything has always been you."

"One day in the future, when I am telling this story, I want to say that on my twenty-fourth birthday, I spent the evening on a ship that was pinker than a tulip, I danced with The Villain, and then I told him that he was easy to love, despite how much he wanted it to be difficult."