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“Please, Jory, stop.Please.I dinnae want this to be the end of it.”

The end of what? The encounter? The date? Their time together? All of it? She slowly slid up and off his cock, relishing the tremors that racked his body beneath her. She realized something in that moment, something that she knew as certainly as she knew her own name, her own hands.

She didn’t want this to be the end of it either. The end of the encounter. The date. Any of it. All of it.

Jory released his length with care, rising to a high kneel, bracing her hands atop his knees. And then she leaned in, until the base of her ribs brushed against his sex, wet from her mouth and throbbing, and whispered, “Och, mo cridhe, we’ve only just begun.”

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His cock throbbed against her ribs, between her breasts, and Callum couldn’t help but wonder if he felt as cool against her skin as she felt warm against his. He reached out with a shaky hand and rubbed a wet lock of Jory’s hair between his thumb and forefinger.

“I want you to be certain,” he said, feeling every word grating against his throat.

“What makes you think I’m not?”

“You just… I told you before. I dinnae want to do this if you only plan to leave me behind in the end. My heart cannae take it, mo cridhe.”

“Callum,” she said, leaning forward. She slid her hands up his thighs, and with a subtle flex of her arms, her breasts squeezed around his cock. He sucked in a breath, wholly unnecessary and yet instinctive nonetheless.

“Jory,” he hissed.

She pressed closer still, the head of his cock still obscenely visible above her cleavage.

“Mo ghraidh,” Callum said through gritted teeth, dropping the lock of her hair and gripping the armrests of the captain’s chair once more.

Jory pressed on his thighs and lifted herself off the floor. She was moving slowly, even for a human, and Callum couldn’t help but feel that it was deliberate. He also couldn’t help the overwhelming gratitude that washed over him as he watched her crawl into his lap, moving in slow motion as she straddled his legs but kept her backside on his knees, far from his sex.

“You’re teasing me, lass,” he groaned, gripping her thighs in desperate hands.

“Turnabout is fair play,” she said with a smirk.

She was beautiful in the darkness. Night vision had always been a welcome advantage since he’d been changed, but he’d never been as grateful for it as he was now, able to see Jory clearly in the dark. She was a study in contrasts, her hair inky black and spilling down her back. Her green eyes nearly glowing, otherworldly, and he wondered how he’d never seen it before, how he’d never wondered why her eyes always looked so bright.

“This is quite a car,” she said, her hands braced on his shoulders. Her legs were spread wide over his thighs, her cunt glistening beneath the triangle of dark hair at the pinnacle, smelling like the ocean and the earth and the place where the two met.

“It does the job,” he answered, his eyes locked on her sex.

Why the hell were they talking about the car? And why was she still so far away?

“That remains to be seen,” she said, leaning to the side and reaching down. A moment later, the seat was reclining and Callum found himself looking up at the ceiling. But not for long. Because she followed him down, hands pressed to his chest.

But, maddeningly, she didn’t come closer. He felt the warmth of her sex against his belly, hovering just out of reach of his straining cock.

“Put your hands on the armrests,” she said.

“Jory,” he warned.

“Don’t move them until I say you can.”

He clenched his jaw but complied, gripping the leather so hard that he worried for the stitching at the seams. She rubbed across his bottom lip with her thumb, dragging it to the side before leaning closer and nipping it with her teeth. He lunged forward to kiss her, but she was faster, removing her mouth from his reach and pushing hard against his chest.

“Behave,” she said.

“Jory,” he said, his voice nearly a whine. “I’m up to high doh, here. Mercy. Have mercy. I beg of you.”

“Shhhh,” she said, lifting herself higher so that her breasts were level with his head. He pressed his face into the soft valley between them, kissing reverently at her salty skin. She arched and threw her head back, and he took that as permission, kissing his way to one tight, brown peak, and taking it into his mouth. He sucked and nipped until she was gasping and rubbing her cunt against his flexing abdomen.

He nuzzled and kissed a trail to the other, loving how she gripped his hair tightly in her fingers when he bit gently at her breast below her nipple, regretting for a moment that the mark would be gone before they got out of the car. Her hips were tipped back, deliberately he knew, so that her cunt hovered just out of the reach of his straining cock. But she was rocking against him now, writhing against his torso, and he felt positively electrified, every single circuit in his body lit up and tuned in to hers.