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“Stop playing with me and get it over with,” I seethed between clenched teeth.

He plunged his fingers inside of me, filling me so deliciously that my head snapped back and a moan spilt from me. His palm rubbed against my clit with every movement, making me see stars.

“I’ve known you for eternity,” he rumbled, “learnt what makes you unravel.” His fingers curled, stroking something deep inside of me that I didn’t know existed and I gasped. Blinding pleasure pouring through me.

“I’ve figured out exactly what you like.” He punctuated his words with a thrust of his fingers, making my head roll against his chest. “I know you in ways he never will.”

His hand closed hard around my jaw, forcing my gaze back towards the mirror as his hard length pressed into my back. “Keep those eyes on me, Sunshine.”

“I hate you,” I gasped, clenching around his fingers thrusting into me without mercy.

Pleasure consumed me, building low in my stomach until it burned too hot to hold. Every expert stroke of his fingers dragged me closer, unravelling me thread by thread until there was nothing left of my pride, my anger, my denial.

Only him. Only the devastating pressure of his touch.

I bit down on my lip as my release tore through me, the metallic taste of blood blooming on my tongue.

My body arched against him, thighs shaking, a broken sound trapped behind my teeth as the pleasure shattered through me in waves too violent to fight.

I collapsed against his chest, breathless and ruined, as his fingers slowly withdrew from me. He brought them to his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine. Heat crawled up my throat as his lips parted and he pressed those two glistening fingers against his tongue, tasting me with the kind of reverence that made the room feel suddenly too small. Like he was not satisfied with taking me apart. He wanted me to watch him savour what was left.

“I forgot how good you taste,” he murmured, lifting me onto shaky legs and standing behind me. I watched him in the mirror, unable to tear my gaze away from him.

He slid the button-down shirt from his sculpted body, revealing hard planes of lithe muscle, hands unfastening the button to his trousers.

His cock sprang free. Three silver barbells piercing through the head of his cock caught the candlelight as the thick veins along his shaft pulsed with need.

He wasn't as long as the Commander, but the piercing only seemed to accentuate his thickness, making my thighs betray me with an involuntary clench.

The tip glistened around the cool silver, already beading with arousal as though he couldn't contain it.

Helion leaned down with something close to reverence, taking my mouth in a slow, sensual kiss that made the room tilt beneath me.

I don’t want this.

Then he took my hand and guided it between us, wrapping my fingers around the silky heat of him.

I stroked him once, fingers trailing over the metal studs with curiosity.

He hissed against my mouth, the sound rough and broken, and something inside my chest came undone at the thought that I had dragged that noise from him.

“You claim to hate me,” he murmured against my lips. “Let me feel it.”

His words crashed into me and my grip tightened on his shaft, wanting to hear every ruined sound he possessed. My strokes sped up, twisting along his shaft.

I pulled my mouth from his, only to reach up and wrap my hand around his throat while I stroked him.

His pleasure crashed into me like a wave, lust buzzing under my skin and filling me with that laden power.

His hips met my every thrust, breathless moans cut short by my hand cutting off his air.

His hand caught my wrist, stopping me. The movement was filled with desperation.

His forehead pressed to mine, breath shuddering over my lips as he fought for control.

“If you keep going, this is going to end too fast,” he rasped, voice stripped bare of every cruel, careful thing he usually wore. “It’s been a century for me.”

Had he not taken a lover since Maraveth… Since me?