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heavy. I feel him kiss the top of my head as I start to drift off.

“I think I’m in love with you. Please don’t break my heart. I don’t think I could bear it,” I mumble before sleep finally takes me.

Chapter 18Aidon

I don’t know a thing about love. Loyalty, devotion, honor, and even death have been mainstays in my thirty-something life, but not love. It’s a soft emotion, one that makes you vulnerable and to utter it to another, without knowing that they will say the same in return, requires a certain courage—or stupidity.

I run my thumb across her forehead. Cora is not an ignorant girl, but a clever, sweet woman whose femininity cloaks more bravery than most men will encounter in three lifetimes. I take her hand and press it to my lips and hold it against my heart as I let sleep take me under.

In the middle of the night, I wake...hungry. Cora is tucked against my side, her head on my shoulder. Her small, even breaths puff like clouds against my skin. My cock throbs and pulses. One taste of her was not enough.

I roll her over and extricate myself from her grip. My mouth finds the pulse at her neck and then her collarbone. I mold her tits with my hands, and she moves restlessly under my touch. My lips curve into a smile as I place a tender kiss on the top of each pert globe. Another time, I will suck on these titties, but for now I have a different target. I move lower, over the curve of her rounded belly, down to the manicured bush behind which her delicate clit quivers in anticipation.

I thumb that small appendage, and her legs part like the sea. I lick it gently on the tip and around the edges while my fingers slip into the folds of her sex.

“Aidon,” she murmurs, her nails scraping across my skull.

“I’m taking care of you, love.” I test out the word and it sits surprisingly well on my tongue for how foreign it is for me. I’ve never used it before. “Lie back and let me work.”

“Is this a man’s job?” she teases. Her voice is throaty with sleep.

“I’ve heard it’s one that both sexes can excel at, but should you try to find satisfaction with either a man or a woman, I’ll have to kill them.”

Her fingers still in my hair. “You sound serious.”

“I am.” I nip at her clit, which elicits a yelp from Cora. I soothe the nip with a kiss and a suck, moving my fingers inside of her tight channel. “This pussy is mine now. No one gets to touch it.”

“What about me?”

“Not even you.”

“What if you aren’t around, though?”

I rise up on my elbows so she can see the seriousness of my intent. I’m not playing a game here. “Then you will have to wait. I bring you pleasure. I call forth your orgasm. You are mine now. That’s what it means to belong to me, to pledge yourself to me.”

She blinks and chews her lower lip as my words sink in.

“And I belong to you.” I take her hand and wrap it around my cock. The girth prevents her fingers from meeting, but her hold is sure. “This is yours and I will not use it on anyone but you. My pleasure is yours to command. This is my pledge.”

I move her hand up and down my shaft, savoring the friction, the butterfly light touch across my nerves, the small cup of her palm that engulfs my head. I close my eyes and let her stroke me for a few seconds until I feel the familiar tension at the low of my back. It doesn’t take much for her to work me up. “Okay, that’s enough.”

“I thought I got to control when you came,” she teases. At least, I think she’s teasing.

“You do. When you come, I come. That’s how you control me. Now hold your sweet thighs far apart so I can properly eat you.” I place one of her hands on each of her legs and push up on the back of her thighs until she’s completely and utterly exposed. Her cunt lips glisten in the moonlight like some rare flower that only blooms at night, except her bud opens for my gaze only.

Between my legs, my cock weeps with hunger. I shove my own need aside and dive in. My fingers scissor her apart, opening the swollen channel for my ravenous tongue. She tastes better than champagne cake, better than the frosting, better than a cool glass of water after a year in the desert. If all I could eat was her, I’d be satisfied. Her nectar rolls across my tongue, tangy and honeyed. I lap it all up, jacking my fingers in her, biting her clit, thumbing the little organ until she’s thrashing against the sheets. When her desire chokes her words into short, panting syllables, and her body trembles like a leaf in a hurricane, I rise up and slam my thick cock inside of her. She screams. I shout. The words don’t make sense. It’s just a jumble of exclamations and curses and pleas for more, more, more, more until the more crashes into both of us, and the waves of pleasure sweep over our heads and take us under. My cum jets inside of her cunt in endless milky streams. I hold her close, willing my seed to plant itself inside her womb. We’ll make a baby together, and that child will be the proof of our union.

Shivering and gasping, she curls into my embrace. I capture her mouth and kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Still, my lust is not spent. My cock remains hard inside her. I flip onto my back and let her grind on top of me, working herself into another orgasm.

“I’m in love with you,” I tell her as she pulls out all