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I lick her lips, marking my territory in a jealous, selfish way—swallowing my selfish demand, shoving it deep into my mind, and kissing Nina instead.

“No one will ever know the taste of your mouth again, Nina. It’s only mine,” I ask and declare, bracing myself for whatever answer she’ll give.

Nina looks back at me, eyes full of heat as she shakes her head, denying.

“From the moment I met you, there was never another. Another taste, another body, another texture. None. No one. Nothing.” The Neanderthal in me celebrates. “My mouth is only yours, my breasts are only yours, my pussy is only yours, my whole body is yours—so fuck it, please,” she begs through drawn-out moans, and I didn’t think she could make me any more aroused than I already was.

“Touch yourself for me, love. I want you to come with me, and I won’t last much longer,” I ask, guiding her hand to her clit. She obeys immediately, rubbing her slick pussy. I clamp my palms on her ass, digging my fingers into the hot flesh even harder, and I fuck her exactly the way Nina told me to.

My hips drive fast and deep, and with each thrust I become less able to keep moving my tongue in Nina’s mouth—but I keep my lips sealed to hers.

She screams, feeding my desire with her pleasure and amplifying mine until it’s impossible to tell one from the other in that delicious mix of delirium and madness. My Little Fae comes screaming my name at the exact moment I spill completely inside her, and as I hold her trembling body and plunder her mouth again, I finally feel whole.

CHAPTER 71

NINA MARCHESI

I slide my tongue along his length and he groans, still half asleep. I brush the tip of my nose against his hard cock and lick from the base to the head again before taking him fully into my mouth.

“Fuck, if this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up,” he says, opening his eyes—and kneeling on the mattress, fitted between his legs, I look at him and take his cock all the way down my throat before swallowing. “Ah,Little Fae,” he groans, urging me on.

I circle the head of his cock with my tongue, seal my lips around the sensitive tip, and move up and down with pressure. Nero groans softly, his fingers threading into my hair and tugging at the roots, letting me fully control the pace. I torture him with long, deep sucks along his shaft and slow licks over his balls before fucking his cock with my lips—taking him all the way in just to slide back up and do it all over again.

He comes in my mouth—something he didn’t get to do last night—and I swallow everything, satisfied, before crawling up over his body and lying on top of him. Nero tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear and brushes his thumb over my cheek.

“I missed thosegood morningsof yours so fucking much, love,” he says, making me laugh, and then he kisses me. I sigh, happy, still languid and feeling my pussy sore from the night before. Nero rolls us over, ending up on top of me. “I want it too,” he says, scattering kisses over my neck, my collarbone, moving down my chest until he reaches my breast and licks it. His lips suck my nipple, hardening it instantly, making me moan and grind against the mattress.

“We fucked without a condom again,Little Fae,” he reminds me. “Think we might get a girl this time?”

“We’re not getting anything. I’ve been on birth control for years,” I answer, and he clicks his tongue.

“Shame…”

Nero slides one hand between my legs and pushes two fingers inside me at once, testing my wetness and liking what he finds. He curls his fingers and drags them out, stealing my rationality for a second.

“Nero…” I whimper, and he leaves my breast to click his tongue.

“You said I could play my games after I fucked you, love,” he reminds me of the promise he made before we collapsed exhausted into bed after hours of worship.

“But that’s not a game, that’s torture,” I complain, and he chuckles low.

“I haven’t even started yet,” he warns, thrusting his fingers into me again, hard, making me gasp.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The pounding on the door startles us instantly and we stare at each other wide-eyed.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Kael calls, his voice tight with panic, and bangs on the door again. “Mommy disappeared! She’s not in her room!”

“Uh…” Nero starts, then stops, not knowing what to say.

Say I’m downstairs,I mouth silently.And tell him to wait for you before going down.Nero frowns but doesn’t argue.

“Your mom must’ve gone downstairs, son. Wait a second. Daddy will take you to her,” he answers, already getting off me, and I jump out of bed, throwing my clothes on and cursing having to put on the ruined panties—even if only for a few minutes.

Tell him you need to make his bed first,I keep mouthing, thanking God Nero is good at reading lips.

I hide in the bathroom just in case while Nero opens the bedroom door and leaves. I wait a full minute before slipping down the stairs and reaching the kitchen. When Nero appears with Kael in his arms, I’m the perfect mother making pancakes.