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Then he talks, and his voice is quiet. This is only for me. “Look at you on your knees with my cock in your mouth. The loudest woman in this town, and you have not said a word in a minute.” His thumb moves on my cheek, where I’m stretched around him. “I have wanted to see this since I tasted you.”

I moan around him, and his breath catches.

“Yes. That sound. Make it again.” I do, and his hand rests on my hair. “I can smell how wet you are. You have not touched yourself. You want to. You are going to wait, because I want you ready when I fuck you on that table.”

I do want to. My eyes water as I take him deeper, and I keep them on his face. I take as much of his cock as I can, and I drag my tongue up under the ridge, and his hips jerk. I do it again, slower. I want to drive him crazy. He’s shaking with restraint. He wants to fuck my mouth, I can tell. My mouth is full and I can’t talk back, and it’s turning me on even more.

“Paige,” he says. “Enough. I will not last, and I would like to fuck you.”

He pulls his cock out of my mouth and lifts me.

He puts me on the table. The pages of the petition get swept to the floor. I’m on my back on the oak, and my skirt and tights and panties are gone in a few seconds. He leaves my blouse on, open. I plant my feet on the table and push my hips up off the wood, and I keep pushing until my back is an arch and I’m looking straight up at Harold. It puts my pussy at exactly the height of his cock.

“Come here,” I say. “Like this. I want to see your face while you’re in me.”

He steps up to the end of the table and slides his hands under my hips to hold my weight. The head of his cock touches my pussy, and he teases me, pushing in and then pulling out.

I’m about to tell him to stop messing around and fuck me, but he speaks. “This morning on the steps, you kept your eyes on me the whole time. Do that again now.” He pushes in again, and this time, he doesn’t pull out. He sinks in one inch and holds it there. “I am going to go slow, and you are going to watch me the whole time. Nobody is looking away tonight.”

“Yorrel.” It comes out of me as a moan as he presses in to the base. I’m so full I can feel my own pulse beating around him. I’m looking straight at his face while he does it. His eyes are all black, and his ears are flat. He’s beautiful.

He fucks me in long strokes. Every one drags the ridge over the spot inside me that makes me want to close my eyes in bliss. I keep them open. My thighs are shaking from holding the arch, and the pressure coils tighter with every thrust.

“Harder,” I pant.

“No.”

“Yorrel.”

“Not yet.”

He slows down, dragging his cock out of my pussy to the ridge and sliding it back in.

“That’s worse,” I whimper as I try to move my hips to force him in deeper.

The humming starts in his hands and goes into my hips, spreading the pleasure through my entire body.

The hum turns into words in his own language, and they have a melody I don’t know. He’s singing to me in Gorrath’vol with his cock in me, and the lamps ring from the tone, and my clit pulses so hard I almost come immediately.

“Don’t stop,” I say. “Don’t you dare stop that.”

The song goes lower, and my hips come up to meet him, and I come. It doesn’t build and crest like the others. It hits all at once, with my back still arched and my eyes open. My pussy clenches around his cock, my toes curl against the oak, and I squeal his name. He keeps singing. He doesn’t change anything he’s doing, and I say his name over and over until I’m out of breath and my head is empty.

“My legs are going,” I say. “I can’t hold this.”

“Then don’t.”

I let my hips drop, and he comes down with me. He climbs onto the table and keeps fucking me in short, deeper strokes. The whole table knocks against the floor. I come again almost immediately. It’s smaller and harder, with my hands on his shoulders and my eyes on his, and he doesn’t miss a second of it.

He goes still while I’m still fluttering around him. My back is still arched a little, and it puts my throat up toward the ceiling. He’s over me with his braid falling forward and his mouth an inch from my neck.

He wants to claim me. The pamphlet explained how it works. If I let him, it can’t be undone. I’ll feel everything he does from now on. My throat is bared to him, and I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

He’s shaking, but he doesn’t ask. So I say it.

“Mora’kel.”

He freezes.