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at the sight of his thick shaft and heavy sac swaying above her. “That may be true, but right now

we are alone.” He tugged her leathers down around her hips so her breasts lay exposed before

him. “And I plan on getting some answers from you.”

She flinched as he dipped his head and took her nipple in his mouth. Instead of the painful

bite she expected, his long and soft suck had her arching her hips off the bed beneath him.

Pleasure burst through her body, and she moaned.

“We’ll start with something simple.” He pressed the tip of her nipple to the roof of his

mouth and sucked hard before releasing her. “Why can’t you come?”

She was surprised to find herself blushing and avoiding his gaze. “It is forbidden.”

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He sighed and went back to assaulting her breast with his mouth, drawing sensations out of

her body she didn’t know were possible. “We already went over that. Why is it forbidden?”

She pressed her lips together, and he leaned forward, teasing them apart with his tongue.

“Why?”

“Because you aren’t mine.” Her breath came out in a soft sob. “Because you will belong to

the empress, and I cannot have you. I’m so alone, and I cannot have you.”

He froze above her, and to her shame, she felt tears welling in her eyes. Rough hands ran

down her arms and over the sides of her ribs, awakening her skin to his touch.

He bent to lick her belly button, gently nipping the soft skin. “Why am I addictive?”

She gripped the sheets above her head, trying to force her body to be still beneath his

sensual assault. “Your hormones,” she hissed as he drew her boots off and pulled her leathers

down her body. The cool air hit her skin but did nothing to dampen the heat. He felt so good

above her, and they both sighed as he laid his body flush against hers.

“My hormones,” he prompted and nudged at the entrance to her pussy with the head of his

cock.

“When you come, you release…” Thinking about anything but the sensation of the velvet

head of his shaft pushing into her became unimportant.

He pulled back and moved his hand between them, wetting his fingers in her cream and

spreading it over her clit with a butterfly-soft touch. “Tell me, Melania.”

The way he said her name had her rolling her hips toward him. “Your hormones, they are

like a drug to us. Your release feels so…amazing. Even the taste of your seed makes my mind

flood with pleasure.”

“Interesting.” He wrapped a fist into her hair and forced her gaze to his. “I want you to

watch me while I take you.”

Her mind tried to tell her to stop, that this was horribly wrong, but she lay helpless beneath

him. Ever so slowly, he slid his thick cock into her, rubbing against the swollen inner walls of

her body. It was beyond anything she had every felt, so good it shook her to her soul.

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“Goddess, you’re so tight,” he whispered, then fought to push his way into her body. At

last he was all the way in, and she writhed beneath him. So full, he fit her like the missing piece

of her body. The head of his cock dragged inside her as he pulled back, and she screamed.

“Like that?” His deep laugh at once filled her with shame at her lack of control and desire.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” she whispered and tried to draw him back in.

He looped her bound hands behind his neck and buried himself inside her with a painful

thrust that had her arching against him. “Such a hot little cunt, and so wet for me.”

She snapped her hips to meet his as their rhythm increased. She needed this, needed his

cock, needed him fucking her. Their bodies rubbed against each other, and his rising hormones

began to work her into a frenzy. Whimpering, she kissed the side of his neck, his chin, silently

begging him for more.

“Melania, come for me.” That command, said by her a thousand times to novices, had its

intended effect.

He pinned her hips to the bed and ground his pelvis into her, his cock swelling while he

pressed on her clit. With a loud scream, she shattered around him and began to orgasm. Heat,

pleasure, and fear overwhelmed her as he held her. Her body gripped his, trying to milk the thick

and hard cock that still throbbed inside her. Slowly the pleasure pulled back, and her body

hummed with the energy of her release.

Even as a pleasure greater than anything she had ever known crested inside her, guilt

mixed with despair tried to rush into its place. How could she disobey everything she had

worked for, everything she had ever been taught, all for the sake of a fleeting moment’s

pleasure?

Devnar brushed his hand over her cheek, and it wasn’t until he murmured something that

she realized she was crying. On the heels of her despair, a vast relief flooded into her soul and

chased the guilt away. She swore she could feel Devnar inside her, not just physically but also

emotionally. It was as if she could reach into her soul, and he would be there waiting for her, a

solid presence that warmed her empty heart.

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Confused by her feelings, she tried to blame it on the hormones. Maybe Devnar wasn’t just

physically addictive to her, but also emotionally. Was it even possible to become addicted to

emotion? As the warmth expanded inside her heart, touching parts of her that had ached for

tenderness and love, she knew the answer was yes. She would do anything for these feelings to

continue, and for that reason, she should get him away from her as quickly as possible before it

became too late and she doomed them both.

She didn’t resist as he removed her arms from around his neck and rolled them over. He

draped her over him like a blanket and held her as she cried. When her sobs petered down to

sniffles, he slowly rocked his hips where they were still connected. “Good girl,” he whispered

and smoothed his hands down her back.

“This is so wrong,” she said in a choked voice.

He didn’t respond, instead driving his cock into her with short jabs. “Ride me.”

Blinking at him, she groaned when he placed her bound hands on his chest.

“Concubine, ride me.” Concubine. He had called her his most beloved. True, he probably

had no idea what those words meant to her, how often she had dreamed of someone as

magnificent as Devnar saying them, but they still sent an erotic thrill straight to her core. She

should climb off him right now and contact Pimina.

“You like that, don’t you?” His intense eyes studied her face as she rocked her hips into

his.

As she bit her lower lip, she nodded and sighed as his clever fingers found her nipples.

Devnar rolled her swollen tips between his fingers, groaning as her tight little body

clamped around his. She was so beautiful. Her skin shone like a pearl against his. The flush of

her hard nipples had deepened to a rose color from his rough play, and he lifted her almost all the

way off his cock, watching her pussy stretch around him.

Tears still wet her cheeks, and they tugged at his heart. He tried to steel himself against the

part of him that wanted to do whatever it took to make her happy. To kiss away her tears and

assure her she would never have to be alone again. He drove himself into her body, delighting in

how responsive she was to his every move.

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She arched her back while she rode him, her little breasts thrusting into the air and begging

for his hands. Her eyes closed, and her lips went slack. He felt her hesitate, draw back, and try to

keep herself from coming.

That was so not going to happen.

Using his strength, he pulled her forward so her clit ground against his pelvis and his cock

stroked over the spot inside her pussy that made her wince. He hunched forward and ate the cries

from her mouth as she began to spasm around his cock.

Heat like nothing he had ever known gripped him, and the pressure of her inner muscles

jerked the orgasm from him. The jerks of his cock were almost painful as he filled her with his

cum, her body milking every ounce he had to offer. She moaned against his neck, her bound

hands trapped between them. Every twitch of her body drew an answering wave of pleasure from

his until they both lay there shivering.

He gently untied her hands and pulled her back onto his chest before rolling them to their

side. Her muffled sobs tore at his heart, and he tried to suppress the feeling of guilt that tore

through the pleasure of mating with his woman. Gently stroking her hair, he placed a kiss on her

forehead.

“Don’t,” she said weakly and pushed at his chest.

He cupped her small bottom and kneaded the tight muscles. She relaxed slightly against

him, and he leaned on his elbow, looking down at her. Red rimmed her eyes, and her lips were

flushed and swollen from his kisses.

“Melania,” he sighed and kissed a tear from her cheek. “Was it that bad?”

Her lips quivered, and she let out a watery laugh. “No, you’ll make the empress very

happy.”

The rejection in her words stung him, and he pulled back from her. “I don’t want the

empress. I want you.”

Cupping his face in her hand, she studied him, and the pain in her gaze tore at his heart.

“You still don’t understand. I could never keep you as mine. To even think of such a thing is

treason.” She buried her face against his chest and took in a deep breath. “To be the concubine of

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the empress is more than anyone could ever hope for. You will be one of the most powerful men

on Kyrimia, and your child will rule this world.”

“I don’t want her. I want you,” he repeated. Joy flared in her eyes, and he pulled the

rumpled sheet over them. “Help me escape. I’ll take you with me.” Startled, he realized he meant

it. His plans for revenge took second place to his need to have her with him. He closed his eyes

and pulled in a deep breath of her scent. His emotions alternated between joy at finding his mate

and despair at his body’s horrible timing. Of all the women in the universe, it had to be her, and

it had to be now. Somewhere, his Goddess was surely laughing at him. He opened his eyes and

held her gaze, trying to convey his sincerity. “We’ll escape together, and I’ll find a way to get us

back to my world.”

That joy in her eyes vanished as if it had never been. “Are you insane?” She scooted away

from him and picked her leathers off the floor with a trembling hand. “You would be caught and

put to death, and I will never have my concubine—” Turning pale, she stepped into her leathers

and quickly zipped them.

“You would never have your what?” He leaned forward and captured her wrist.

She jerked away from him, and a cold mask slid into place, hiding the warm and

passionate woman he had just held in his arms. “Nothing.”

“Melania,” he said in a low voice.

She took a deep breath and slipped on her boots. “If the empress chooses you, I will be

given a concubine of my own.”

“Be my concubine,” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

She sagged against the bed, and the pain rolled off her in a physical wave. “Don’t even

think such a thing.”

Her words struck him like a blow, and he felt physically sick at the thought of her with

another man. His heart already believed she was his, even if they hadn’t completed the final step

of a true bond. To have her reject him outright hurt soul-deep. But what did he expect? It wasn’t

like she cared about him at all. In fact, if it wasn’t for his irrational bonding urges, he would have

escaped long ago.

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The silence stretched out between them. He longed to hurt her as much as she’d hurt him.

Her rejection on top of being held prisoner brought his rage to a boiling point. “Forget I ever said

anything. As if I would want such a cold and cruel bitch to be my mate.” Even as he said the

words, his heart constricted in pain at hurting her.

Her face paled until dark circles stood out underneath her eyes. “I—”

Even as his heart broke, the anger he had kept bottled up refused to be stopped. “You

what? You and your people have no honor. All you care about is sucking me dry of every ounce

of pleasure I can give you to feed your addiction.”

Clutching her chest, her lips trembled as she said, “You’re wrong. I’m trying to do what’s

best for you.”

“Who gave you the right to decide what’s best for me?” He turned his back on her, unable

to face her pain. “Did Lord Adsel pay you off as well? Did he tell you what to do to make me

bond with you?”

Confusion flashed across her face so quickly he wasn’t sure he even saw it. “I have no idea

what you’re talking about. You’re being very irrational, and I think you need to rest.”

He took a step toward her, then froze when his collar buzzed. For a moment, her

expression softened, but whatever she was about to say was cut off by the loud chime of a bell.