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of her lips. Coax my tongue inside the heated recesses beyond, ravishing and taunting and seducing. At the same time, I swirl fingers along the inside of her thigh. Higher…higher…
    “Hmmm. What part didn’t you understand, beautiful? Isn’t ‘ lie back, little gift…I want to taste you ’ pretty clear?”
    She swallows. “Y-yes…but…”
    “But what?” I slide her forward, parting her legs wider in the doing. “I’ve got at least another four hours to prove I was well worth your wait, Miss Santelle…and I plan on putting them to damn good use.”
    *
    Mishella
    Well worth the wait.
    Dear, sweet Creator. The man would be worth a thousand waits of a hundred years each, even if he never learned all the filthiest bedroom phrases in my language. But as Vylet would say, it is one hell of a hot-shit start.
    Vylet.
    Sadness knifes my middle. She is one of the largest reasons I defied both Saynt and Damon, the one-two punch of Santelle and Court family protectiveness, to leave New York at once. Thank the powers, Cassian supported my decision before it was even made. He simply knew, as soon as we learned of the devastation in Sancti and the price Vy personally paid because of it, how I’d need to return home.
    And there, like a golden chain connected in my soul, is the deepest reason I love him. Am already bound to him, despite our “engagement” being but a few hours old.
    He knows me. All of me.
    Accepts it. All of it.
    The matched pair of dysfunction known as my parents. The cynicism I bore because of them, perhaps the reason why I was more comfortable treating our connection as a contract at first. On the opposite end of the scale, my hopeless naiveté about so much of life in the modern world—the very world he helped create with the genius brain beneath that beautiful head of gilt-colored hair.
    The head now sliding its way up my thigh, from my left knee.
    The golden waves, sending tingles along my skin with every new inch explored.
    The bold forehead, striking a match to my core as it pushes at me…right there …
    “Cassian!”
    I do not expect him to relent. Nor do I expect the imperative push of his hands, one on each inner thigh, compelling me to remain open for him.
    Surrendering to him…
    “I said I wanted to taste you, Ella.” His voice is a twist of snarl and seduction, vibrating the trimmed strip of curls that are now the only barrier between his mouth and my pussy. “And you’re going to open up…and let me.”
    As if I need any reinforcement after that dictate, I look down—into the unblinking authority of his green wizard eyes. The man may be crouched between my knees, but there is no doubt to him—or now, to me—who is controlling the lust here. My lust.
    With that recognition, I know my response has been narrowed to two words.
    “Yes, Cassian.”
    A sound erupts from his chest, dark and low, before vibrating from his lips…which dip between my intimate petals. I shudder, that first incredible contact sizzling through me like lightning, shaking me like thunder. Cassian braces his hold tighter, keeping me spread, forcing me to take the slow, relentless laps of his delving, magical tongue.
    It is so much.
    Too much.
    As my body succumbs to him, my mind threatens to follow. It terrifies me…just the threat of that unhinging, during this hour when so much of my sanity relies on me keeping all the hinges intact. But he continues, exploring my flesh with excruciating leisure, making me feel every exquisite, electric arc of his purposeful, patient licks…
    Lightning.
    Thunder.
    Too much.
    I need the damn storm. Now.
    Attempt to tell him so, digging both hands into the thick decadence of his hair, I yank hard.
    Utterly. Useless.
    He shirks his hold from my legs in order to grab my wrists. Lifts them with calm but commanding power, riveting me with a newly forceful stare.
    “Put them over your head, armeau . Wrap them around the pillow. And keep them there. ”
    For a moment—a long