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side, grazing my skin with the backs of his fingers. His large hand slid along my hips and then moved to the apex of my thighs, cupping my sex. ―You‘re wet with need, Olivia.‖

    I bit my lip. I hated need, hated relying on someone else to pleasure me, but his touch was blinding. ―David,‖ I whispered, spreading my legs wide in supplication. I wouldn‘t ask. I had learned not to over the years. That asking simply brought new kinds of torture. That it was better to shut down and endure when I needed something.
    I hated needing anything. Hated it so much that I pushed at his hands, trying to shove him away.
    He ignored my pushes, saying nothing, as if he understood my silence. Instead, he watched my face. Watched it go from anger, to frustration, to helplessness, back to desire and then frustration again.
    I glanced down at his hand between my legs, watched David flex his fingers against my wet sex as his gaze remained on my face. Unable to meet his eyes, I watched his hands instead, and as I watched, he moved. His thumb, once resting on my mound, slid downward and parted my sex.
    I gasped.

    ―So you do want me,‖ he mused. The pad of his thumb touched my clitoris and gave it a rough stroke, possessive and sensual. ―Even if you hate the thought.‖
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    I glared at him, hoping he would stop torturing me and make this swift and painless. My anger and frustration burned on my face even as my hands locked around his, encouraging him onward.

    His hand shifted, and I felt his thick middle finger slide down my sex, searching. It circled the entrance to my sex, the slick wetness there. It tickled my clit, dancing along the sensitive flesh. I arched my hips against his hand, bucking in an effort to bring myself to come faster, so I could be done with this – done with him.
    ―No,‖ he whispered. ―You‘re trying too hard, sweet Olivia. This isn‘t about just satisfying the need. This is about you and me, too.‖
    ―It‘s just about getting through the next two days,‖ I gritted. ―Nothing more.‖
    His eyes – so blue they glowed in his face – met mine. ―You‘re wrong. It‘s not like that. ‖
    He moved over me, tossing one heavy arm over my torso, pinning me to the bed. One heavy arm pressed over my stomach, his shoulder resting over my belly, his body turned so I was helpless to do anything but stare at his broad, muscular back.
    He could do anything he wanted to my body, covering me so possessively. As if he owned me and I existed solely for his pleasure.
    I felt his other hand skim down my belly, toward my sex.
    My breath quickened. I was trapped beneath him. I should have pushed him off of me, forced him to play by my rules. But instead, I admired the perfect expanse of his back, the golden curls of his fashionably-tousled Victorian hair as his head bent over my body, examining my slick sex with intense scrutiny, as if it held all the secrets to my heart.
    His fingers slid down the wet folds again, one fingertip dipping into the damp heat of my core. I bit back a moan of frustration at that, my hips rising involuntarily again, but he was too 45

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    heavy atop of me. Instead, he touched me, stroking my clit and brushing his fingers along my sex in ticklish motions while I lay pinned beneath him, helpless to do anything but enjoy.
    ―You‘re very sensitive here, Olivia,‖ he said softly. ―I remember that.‖
    ―Of course I am,‖ I gritted. ―I‘m a succubus.‖ His fingers were circling my wet heat again.
    ―No,‖ he said, voice husky. ―When we were last together. I remember…you screamed when I put my mouth there. It was mere hours ago for me. The memory still burns hot in my mind.‖
    I began to pant. I couldn‘t remember – those days were so far away they seemed like someone else‘s lifetime. Mine had only been pain and Aloysius. But his words heated my body, and I began to play with my nipples, thinking of his mouth on my sex, licking