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instead, witchling?” His voice turned rough,
and he knew she could hear his heartbeat as it
began hammering.
Her only answer was to slide over him,
strands of her hair falling around them in a
curtain. “I said I don’t want to talk,” she
breathed, and lowered her mouth to his neck.
Dragged her teeth over it, right through that
white line where the collar had been.
Dorian groaned softly, and shifted his hips,
grinding himself into her. Her breath became
jagged in answer, and he ran a hand down her
side.
“Shut me up, then,” he said, a hand drifting
southward to cup her backside as she nipped
at his neck, his jaw. No hint of those iron
teeth, but the promise of them lingered, an
exquisite sword over his head.
Only with her did he not need to explain.
Only with her did he not need to be a king, or