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My mouth dried, an arid, desert swelter, and I angled up a little bit so I could get ahold of his briefs.

A swarm of butterflies ravaged my belly as I peeled them down, freeing him from the trap.

A gush of air ripped from my lungs.

My jaw unhinging.

Stupefied, I guess, at the size of him.

How thick and long and veiny he was. The head fat and bulging and so swollen it looked like he might bust.

A big metal rod with black balls on the ends that was pierced at the base of his engorged head glinted in the muted light that filtered into the room.

Disorienting.

The soft bob and sway of his penis was positively hypnotizing.

I’d heard a rumor that every Crow had a cock piercing. A rite of passage, I supposed. Or maybe they took giving bunnies mind-blowing pleasure as serious business.

Their reputations preceding them.

For whatever reason, I’d never imagined that Trevan would have one. I guess since I’d never seen him with any of the women who fought for his attention.

I guess I’d gaped too long because Trevan suddenly fisted himself. “You change your mind?”

Nope.

Not even close.

I was just trying to figure out what I was supposed to do with it.

I couldn’t let that on, though, so I arched up higher. I was pretty sure it was telling when I wrapped my hand around him just over where he was holding himself, silently asking him to show me what he needed.

“No. I want you to feel a little of the way you made me feel.”

Possible?

Unlikely.

But I was definitely going to try.

A grunt ripped up his throat. “Just you looking at me that way makes me feel like a king.”

“I’ve always looked at you this way, Trevan. You just didn’t notice.”

He was leather and ink. Scars and victories. Face hewn of shadows and secrets, though those roiling, shadowed eyes revealed so many things as I trembled below him on my knees.

His gaze roved like he was seeing me in so many of the same ways.

Adoring and hungry.

An approaching storm that neither of us could avoid.

And I wanted to stand in the ravaging of it.

“You think I didn’t notice? You think I didn’t know?” he raked in that low, coarse voice. “You think it hasn’t killed me not getting to touch you when it was the only thing I wanted to do? Touch on your light? The goodness that shines out of you?”

He let go of his penis and set his hand on my cheek, leaving me holding him. The weight of him felt profound in my trembling hand.