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For long minutes, he simply let her cry as he held and
comforted her. When her sobs dialed down to soft sniffles, he asked, “Gonna be
okay?”

She nodded against his shoulder, an undignified snort
accentuating her inhale. He squeezed her and kissed the side of her head.

As she calmed, her attention turned to Caffin’s erection
pressed against her leg and she felt the moisture coating the head of his dick.
Her mouth watered again at the memory of the taste of him. Her gut clenched and
her pussy spasmed. It wanted to be filled. Filled with him. Again.

“Tell me to stay, Navine,” he whispered against her ear.

She shouldn’t. She didn’t want to burn again but her body
demanded it, needed it like a heroin addict needing a fix. Her voice was barely
audible as she whispered, “Stay.”

Fin couldn’t believe it. She’d actually told him to stay and
he wasted no time covering her body with his, kissing her senseless, kissing
her tears away. He didn’t know why she’d cried but sensed she needed comfort at
that moment—even from him—and he’d wanted nothing more than to take away her
pain.

He didn’t know what had driven her to fang his balls, and he’d
never had believed it if someone had told him how intensely pleasurable it was
to have the seed sucked directly out of them. For a split second, the searing
pain had almost brought him to his knees, but was quickly replaced by pure
ecstasy.

Her reaction to his semen had scared the shit out of him
though. He’d thought maybe she’d been right, that he was tainted and that he’d
tainted her somehow. Thankfully he’d been able to cool her down and now she was
hot in another way.

“You’re so beautiful, Navine,” he said as he trailed kisses
down her neck. “And you taste so fucking good. You’re juice is so sweet. I
could lick you all day.”

She groaned and pushed his head down to her breasts. He took
her cue and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it,
then moved to give the other one the same attention.

“Do you want me inside you, Navine? Tell me you do or I
might die.”

She met his gaze, her gold eyes dilating. He knew she wanted
it but he needed to hear her say it. Her voice was low and raspy as she said, “I
need
you inside me, Fin.”

He couldn’t wait a second longer. He’d wanted to be inside
her since the day he’d seen her on her knees, a prisoner. Wanted to wrap her in
his arms and make love to her slow and gentle. To make her feel cherished in
effort to wipe out all the terrible things that had been done to her while she’d
been a prisoner.

He grabbed his dick, rubbing the head against the soaked
entrance to her sweet cunt, then entered her in one deep thrust. They both
cried out. Holy fuck she felt good. He held still a moment, trying to rein
himself in. He wanted to make this last as long as possible but she dug her
fingernails into his back, raised her knees and thrust against him with
abandon.

He tried to slow her down but she was strong and determined.
“Fuck me, Caffin.”

He couldn’t deny her, his desire to please her, give her
exactly what she wanted, breaking his resolve. He pulled back and slammed into
her. Her encouraging moans magnifying his pleasure.

“Yes, that’s what I want,” she encouraged. “More.”

There was no way he was going to last fucking her like that
but it didn’t matter, he’d give her what she wanted. He pounded into her harder
and faster, his balls slapping against her ass. She wrapped her legs around his
back giving him better, deeper access to her drenched cunt.

Her breathing came in gulps and gasps. “Fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck
yes,” she wailed. “That’s it. Come with me. In me.”

Hell yeah, he would, her excitement, her pleasure pushing
him over the edge. His balls tightened against his body as jet after jet of
come shot into her. Her welcoming cunt squeezing, spasming, clenching around
his dick, taking all of him.

He collapsed on top of her, wrapped his arms around her and
rolled them so she was lying with her head on his shoulder and one leg draped
across his legs.

He kissed her forehead. “You’re amazing.”

She rolled away from him and his heart sank. How could she
reject him after what they’d shared?

She fanned herself with her hand and he noticed her red face
and the excess sweat beading on her body. “Ice,” she panted.

Oh hell, she wasn’t rejecting him, she was burning up again.
He grabbed the cup of ice and smoothed it across her hot skin. “How bad is it?”

“Not as bad as before. The ice feels good.” Her golden gaze
met his. “Does this happen to all the females you’re with?”

“Never before. Maybe,” he paused, hating to even mention the
subject, “maybe it’s the addiction burning out of your system.”

Slowly, she nodded. “I think you’re right.”

Surprise shot through him. He hadn’t expected her to agree.
He grabbed more ice from the cup, quickly running it up and down her burning
skin.

“I need more,” she panted, her eyes dilating again.

He swallowed hard, hoping he understood her correctly but he
wanted to be sure before he set himself up for more rejection. “More ice?”

She maneuvered to her hands and knees, then pushed him down
on his back. “No.” Her chest heaved as she crawled on top of him, the hunger in
her eyes instantly hardening his dick. She bent down and nipped his throat with
her little fangs then smoothed out the pain with a swipe of her tongue. He
wondered about those fangs.
Sempires
didn’t have them so it must be a
leftover trait from her father. He was about to ask but her next words
obliterated all other thought.

“Why’re you so delicious?” She breathed against his neck. “I
shouldn’t want you, desire you, but I do.” She licked her way down his chest,
his abdomen, to his dick.

Damn, her touch inflamed him. She revved his desire. He was
thrilled she’d finally accepted his body, finally admitted she wanted him, that
the addiction was finally being broken, saving her life.

A grunt escaped him as her feverish, wet mouth sucked the
head of his cock, swirling her tongue around it before swooping down, taking
every inch he had to offer. He tensed as she let go of his cock, a wet pop
sounding as he slipped out of her mouth. She stroked him with one hand as her
lips trailed a path to his balls. He tensed as he wondered if she planned to
fang him and suck him dry again.

As if reading his mind, she looked up at him and smiled a
hungry smile. Releasing his ball, she crawled slowly up his body, positioning
herself over his dick. He ran his hands up and down her silky thighs as she
enveloped him, grinding against him, her juices coating his thighs and lower
abdomen.

“Take me, Navine.”

She raised up on her feet, in a squatting position over him,
his cock still inside her. She slammed down, again and again, her ass slapping
against his thighs. He’d have thought it impossible to come again so soon, but
this vixen was his fantasy come true.

“Navine,” he said through labored breaths, “if you don’t
slow down—”

“Come,” she practically growled at him. “I need it.”

Her pussy gripped him tighter as she sped up her onslaught
on his cock. Her perky tits bounced, her black hair whipping around as she
impaled herself on him. What a beautiful sight to behold.

He thumbed her clit with furious strokes wanting her to
explode with him. She groaned, eyes closing. “Faster,” she urged. He complied.

She lost her rhythm as her body tensed, her nails digging
into his sides. The sudden contractions around his cock pushed him over the
edge as he thrust upward, hard. She cried out as her body shook and his seed
filled her.

She ground her cunt against his cock a few more times before
falling forward on to his chest, her sweat covered body twitching, her
breathing ragged.

Fin stroked her hair as her orgasm subsided and asked, “How
ya feeling?”

She pulled back and gazed at him, a smile lighting up her
face. “Fantastic. It barely burns this time. It’s getting better.”

He returned her smile, genuinely happy, elated. “I’m so glad
it’s working.”

She laid her head back down on his chest. “I still can’t
believe it’s true but I feel it. I feel strong, nourished. I can feel that bastard’s
hold diminishing. It’s almost gone. I just know it.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through…that.”

She sighed. “Me too.” A loud rumble punctuated her
statement.

“Did you just growl at me?” Fin joked.

Navine’s delightfully embarrassed laugh floated through the
air, a magical sound. He’d heard so little of it from her and wanted to hear
more.

“Um, I think I’m hungry.”

Fin rolled her onto her back and kissed her cheek. “I’ll get
us a snack. We expended a lot of energy.”

Fin sliced up some fruit and grabbed two beers. He couldn’t
remember the last time he’d felt so sexually sated and drained yet invigorated
and…happy. It seemed the rumor was true. Navine would live and she was no
longer treating him like a mutant.

He didn’t delude himself into thinking she’d want to be his
girlfriend
but he hoped she’d be open to the idea of something with him. Even friends. No,
he was lying to himself. He couldn’t be her friend and not touch her, taste
her, hold her in his arms. It would be torture. But if that was all she would
offer him… He shook his head, not wanting to think about that now. Right then,
she accepted him, desired him, wasn’t shunning him and he’d enjoy it while he
could.

Carrying the beer and fruit plate, he shoved the door open with
his foot. Navine scooted herself upright and leaned against the headboard,
hands reaching out for the plate and the cherry beer. Fin handed them over and
joined her. He picked up a cherry by the stem and held it in front of her lips.
She rolled her eyes but snapped the cherry from the stem, chewing it up and
discreetly removing the pit from her mouth with a tissue.

“Mmm. Perfect.”

Fin did the same and took a swig of beer. “So, tell me about
the fangs.”

When Navine’s face turned scarlet, he worried. “You burning
up again?”

“I’m fine,” she snapped.

What the hell had happened? He couldn’t deal with her
withdrawing from him now. If she didn’t want to talk about her fangs, he wouldn’t
force her. He wanted her playful and smiling.

“So, what do you think about taking a swim after we finish
the fruit?”

She shot him a look, obviously surprised he dropped the
subject so easily and thankfully, her smiled returned. “That’d be nice.”

“Or, I can pack some stuff in a cooler, you grab a blanket
and we can go now. Cool off.”

When she hesitated, he wanted to kick himself in the ass. He’d
been pushing it. Just because they’d shared an hour of insanely hot sex didn’t
mean she wanted to hang out with him and go on a swim date with him.

But then she said, “Okay, I’ll grab a couple towels too.”

Jumping off the bed before she changed her mind, he hurried
off to put on his swim trunks and to find a cooler, pack it with fruit and the
rest of the beer. Just as he finished up, she came into the kitchen holding two
towels, a blanket thrown over her shoulder. She wore nothing but a skimpy,
sparkling purple bikini.

“Something wrong?” she asked when he just stood there
staring at her.

“No, you just look fantastic. I was momentarily awestruck.”

She looked away, walking to the door but not before he saw
the grin lift her lips. “Let’s go while there’s still some sun left.”

They walked in comfortable silence the ten minutes to the
creek. Fin would have ported them but he didn’t want to bring attention to the
fact she still wore the bracelet and couldn’t do it herself. Hell, couldn’t he
remove it now? She was well on her way to recovery, the best they could tell
anyway. Maybe he should talk to Baden first, update him—without the details of
course—and make sure it was okay. He’d already screwed up a couple times with
her and didn’t want to do it again.

They arrived at the clearing. He helped Navine spread out
the blanket, then pulled out the fruit plate, cheese and crackers and two beers
from the cooler. Navine devoured half the fruit in no time while Fin casually
snacked on the cheese and crackers.

Navine leaned back on the blanket, her purple bikini
glinting under the sun, her taut stomach asking to be licked, head tilted back,
eyes closed. Ah shit. If he didn’t stop ogling her, he’d pop a boner, which he
didn’t mind but he wasn’t sure if she’d appreciate it right now or if she’d had
enough of him.

He stood. “Think I’ll jump in.”

“Have fun,” she said, not opening her eyes.

Navine’s eyes popped open when she heard Fin walk away. She’d
had to close them to block out the magnificent view that was him. His arousal
had smacked her in the nose and she’d wanted to jump him. Again. He was an
intense, caring, passionate lover who hit her in all the right spots and hell
yeah she wanted him again but only until she was certain the addiction was
gone. Then she’d move on and forget any of this had ever happened.

She watched as he dove under the water and did a handstand,
then a front flip and back flip. She knew he knew she was watching and she
thought it was cute he was putting on a show for her.

The sun beating down on her made her hot and watching him
made her hotter so she decided to cool off. He splashed a little water at her
as she waded in.

“Feels great, doesn’t it?” he asked.

She lay back, letting the water cradle her. “Sure does.”

“How’d you find this place?”

“It was my mom’s and my dad’s.” Her heart hurt for a moment
but she pushed it aside. “They’re gone, so now it’s mine and Baden’s. I spend
more time here than he does. He’s always at the pizza shop.”

“What’s up with the pizza shop anyway?”

“What do you mean?”

He swam a circle around her. “I’ve never known of a demon
owning a pizza shop. Rydin said most of the employees are demons too.”

She bent backward and flipped under the water and came up to
float on her back again in a graceful swoop. “Yeah, he has a soft spot for…uh…mixed
breeds who feel like they don’t really fit into either world. He makes great
money, pays them well. It’s a popular spot for demons and humans alike.”

“Hmm. And he named it after you. It’s sweet.”

“Yeah. He’s not just my brother, he’s my best friend.”

“Still pissed at him?”

“Yes! But not quite as much. I understand his reasons. I’d
do the same thing if it was him in my situation. We’re all we have and the
thought of losing that…it’s too sad to consider. So yeah, I get it.”

“Why Navine, I’d never have pegged you as such a softie.”

She laughed. “It’s because you don’t know me. Like that
anyway.” At his guarded look she changed the direction of the conversation. She
knew she’d been awful to him, hadn’t given him a chance to know her.

She was still having trouble wrapping her mind around the
fact that she’d been trapped at the cabin, attracted to and had sex with a
male
Sempire
. It was unfathomable. Yet here she was, floating in the creek with
him, having a conversation, drinking beer as if they were on a date. An
enjoyable
date.

“You make an awesome smoothie,” she said. “And Baden says
you made him the best steak he’s ever eaten. Where’d you learn to cook?”

“My mother hid my identity out of fear for my life because…
Well, you know that part.” He averted his eyes and cleared his throat. “Anyway,
Darcon, her number one guard, took a liking to me when I was young. He took me
to the kitchen one day to get a snack and I pulled out a bunch of ingredients.
No clue what to make with it but the male working the kitchen at the time
showed me a few things. I watched in awe and since that day have had a passion
for cooking. I spent most of my youth in the kitchen learning everything I
could.”

“It’s great you found your passion.” She wanted to ask what
his father was but didn’t want that conversation turned around on her. She’d
loved her father but… No, she wouldn’t think like that now.

His eyes darkened. “What’s your
passion
, Navine?”

Geez. The way his voice roughened when he’d said that and
the look in his eyes, made her shiver. She casually swam away from him and
thought about his question. What was her passion? She loved to swim but that
wasn’t the same as Caffin’s passion to cook. She swam a circle around him and
said, “I guess I don’t have one.”

He stepped up to her. “Oh, you have passion.”

His husky voice made her heart flutter. She knew this moment
could turn into another incredibly pleasurable experience but wasn’t sure if
she was ready for it. She tried to deflect.

“So, have you ever indulged your
Sempire
nature?” His
brows rose questioningly. “You know, ever been with men?”

A frown contorted his lips. “Trying to make me angry, Navine?”
Then he surprised her by smiling. “It’s not going to work this time. If you
really want to know, I’ll tell you. During my transition, I required—”

She put her hand on his shoulder. “Stop. You don’t have to
tell me. It doesn’t matter. I think I got…scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“The way you were looking at me. Your nearness,” she
admitted.

“Haven’t we proven I’m nothing to fear?” He took another
step closer, putting them only inches apart.

Navine pressed her body to his. “I’m not so sure that’s
true.”

Their lips crashed together as he pulled her closer. She
instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. The
head of his thick cock pressed against her pussy and in that moment, she wished
they hadn’t worn swimsuits. It seemed she couldn’t get enough of him no matter
what
he was.

He carried her to the rock embankment and lifted her onto a
smooth, flat stone, his face level with her pussy. He plucked each of the
strings on her bikini bottoms, letting them fall away. The desire in his eyes
made her wetter, if that was possible.

“Your scent drives me wild. Let me taste you.”

She scooted her hips forward and threw her head back in
response.

Caffin’s wet hair tickled the insides of her thighs as he
pressed a kiss to her bare pussy. He kissed it tenderly, languidly. God, she
loved his mouth on her. His touch awakened her body, made her crazy with want.
Grabbing his hair, she pulled him closer, the sensation of his tongue lapping
at her juices, her clit, accelerating her appetite for him.

“Caffin, I… Fuck me,” she panted.

Complying eagerly, he lifted her from the rocks, carrying
her to the blanket, laying her down gently. But she flipped over, putting her
ass in the air, begging to be taken.

“Like this? Are you sure?”

“Yes, I need it. Please.” She couldn’t bring herself to
explain that she wanted him to take her in every way that bastard had. She
wanted to clear the slate, have Caffin take her in all the ways she’d been
taken while in the demon realm. Be taken in those ways because
she
wanted
it, not because she’d had no choice.

“Whatever you want, Navine. I’ll give you.”

She shivered as he rubbed the head of his cock through her
slit and slipped inside her, slowly. It felt so good but that’s not what she’d
meant. Just as she was about to say the words, he pulled out, spread her ass
cheeks and rubbed the slippery head of his cock against her asshole.

“Is this what you need?” His husky voice low, lust filled.

She shook her head, unable to find words.

He reached around and massaged her sensitive clit, as his
cock put pressure on her ass. Her pussy flooded, the juice dripping down her
thighs. He shoved a finger inside her and gathered her juice in the palm of his
hand, then pulled back and coated her ass with it. He slowly worked one finger
in her tight hole as he coated his other hand with her juices and stroked
himself.

“Now, please,” she whimpered.

His fingers went back to work on her swollen clit as his
cock pressed into her ass. They both gasped as he popped past her outer ring.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice strained.

“More,” was all she could say.

He pushed deeper into her and moved torturously slow. When
she’d adjusted to his size, the best she could, she moved her ass back against
him. She could tell he had reservations about the act, not wanting to hurt her,
so she took control. As if understanding, he held still and let her work her
ass against his cock however she wanted, while his fingers continued their
assault on her swollen nub.

Damn, he made her feel good. He didn’t want to hurt her,
only wanted to please her.

His breathing became more ragged and his grunts more
frequent. “Navine.”

The tone and desperation in his voice told her everything
she needed to know. “Me too,” she breathed, as the sensations took her over,
pulled her under. She stilled, as white-hot flame spread from her clit through
every muscle. Fin followed immediately, jetting his hot seed into her ass.

She rocked back and forth on him until she couldn’t bear the
sensation any longer. She fell forward, collapsing on the blanket. He followed,
throwing a possessive arm across her. Neither of them spoke for several
minutes.

Her heart skipped at the longing in his eyes. Outside of her
family, she’d never had anyone care for her so much and she didn’t understand
why he did. There could be nothing between them after this. He had to
understand that. Oddly, she felt something for him, some emotion that eluded
her, so she chalked it up to gratitude.

“Call me, Fin. No one calls me Caffin.” He pulled her closer
and kissed her neck.

She rolled over to face him. “Hmmm. I like Caffin.”

His warm gold eyes searched hers. “Do you? Like me?”

“You’re growing on me.”

He smoothed his hand down her flat stomach and back up to
cup a breast. The sun dropped below the horizon and he wished they could stay
like this forever. The burning had stopped and she wouldn’t need him anymore.
Would she want to see him again?

“We should go back,” she sighed.

He reluctantly released her, sat up and gathered the fruit
plate and beer bottles. She walked to the rock where he’d feasted on her,
grabbed her bikini bottoms and made quick work of tying them back on. She
caught him staring and winked at him. That simple, playful notion, coming from
her, warmed him. She gathered the blanket and towels they hadn’t used and then
she frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

She held out her wrist, the one with the bracelet. “I’m
pretty worn out. Let’s port back.”