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between his pectoral muscles.
    She closed her mouth over one of his nipples as she fumbled with the button of his jeans. In spite of his desire to be free of the pants, Hale kept his hands against the wall. There was something far more satisfying about seeing her small hands eagerly seeking to disrobe him.
    After tending to both of his nipples, she sank lower, her lips kissing each of the hard muscles of his abdomen. Just as she settled onto her knees, she managed to undo the button of his jeans. The second she tugged the zipper down, his cock sprung free. She wasted no time in wrapping her hand around him.
    Hale’s vision blurred as he released a sound of raw desperation. Her hand was warm and soft, so soft , and he had to bite down on his lip to keep himself from thrusting against her.
    When he was finally able to focus, Hale saw that she was staring at his cock. She handled him tenderly, her thumb rubbing the underside of his crown. With her other hand, she began tracing the thick veins of his shaft.
    She was exploring his cock.
    Hale’s knees trembled under the gentle exploration. He knew from her scent that she was aroused and he yearned to drop to his knees and take her from behind. But even though she was going at a maddeningly slow pace, Hale knew that he would come.
    As she began to stroke him, a small droplet of liquid formed at the tip of his cock. She noticed it right away, her brown eyes scrutinizing it with curiosity. Hale expected her to wipe it away and she did—with her tongue.
    The simple action set him off and he grabbed her hair, forcing her mouth over the head of his cock. Rather than pull away, she accepted his need, taking his hard length deeper into the hot cavern of her mouth.
    Growling his approval, Hale allowed her to suck him at her own pace, despite his strong urge to thrust into her.
    She was unpracticed, that much was certain. She seemed to have no median between being agonizingly gentle and far too rough. He suspected that his cock was too big for her mouth, which would explain why her teeth kept grating on him.
    Another day, these things may have bothered him. He would have taught her how hard she could suck and he would have told her how to put her teeth behind her lips as she did so. But today, Hale cared about neither of those things. He wanted anything and everything she could give him.
    Hale’s grip on her hair tightened as she twirled her tongue around his cockhead. Pressure built in the base of his spine and he instinctively thrust forward as hot seed surged from within him. His body lit up with pleasure, but it was short-lived. Within just a few seconds, it was over and somehow, he felt even more frustrated than before.
    He stumbled back, collapsing onto the pallet and running a hand through his disheveled hair. His cock still stood, erect between his thighs, and his balls still felt uncomfortably full.
    Taylor crawled over to sit beside him, grumbling something that sounded like ‘a little warning next time, maybe’. He gazed up at her face, taking in her flushed cheeks and plump lips. Her hair was a fiery disaster, but he found the tangled locks endearing.
    She was still grumbling. “I don’t even have any water here to rinse my mouth out with. I hope you’re going to go get me—”
    “You’re so beautiful.”
    Taylor was effectively silenced.
    Perhaps it was the thrall talking—no, it was most definitely the thrall—but Hale didn’t regret the words in the slightest. Taking advantage of her stupor, he rolled over and pinned her smaller body beneath his.
    He liked seeing her skin against the furs.
    “Are you sure you’re not Alder?” she asked, searching his face.
    The mention of his brother annoyed Hale. He didn’t want her to think about any other male when he was on top of her, even Alder.
    “There’s one way you can know for sure,” he said, pulling her legs apart.
    Hale moved to position himself at her entrance, but was stopped by her pointed glare.
    “Yep,