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    “I do need to be happy. But I don’t know how. ButI do know you make me happy. All of me, will you make me happy now? Before the big scary bad thing has to be dealt with?”

    “I can do that,” Alex said, baring my breasts, taking my nipple between his silken lips, licking me with the wet tip of his tongue.

    I shimmied around, getting my jeans off and pulling his cock free of his filleted fly.

    “Do your thing for me,” I begged. “The magical condom thought-ray.” I grinned.

    Alex smiled but ran his thumb along my bottom lip so that I licked it willingly and rocked on his lap, eager to get him inside me. Keen to still the anxiety and fear rolling through me like an invisible ball of fire.

    “I don’t need to do that,” he said. “There would be no ill effects or familial effects of our union,”
    he said. His lips found my throat and I could feel his heartbeat under my hand where I pressed my palm to his chest. I knew he was telling me the truth.

    “Humor me, please,” I asked, humbly.

    He put his forehead to mine, closed his brilliant blue eyes and concentrated while his fingers played softly along the skin on my sides. And then he was safe and I was lowering my body onto his hard length. Inch by inch, I took him in, slowly this time.

    My hands locked on the headrest behind his head. His face buried at the crux of my neck where he kissed me with impossibly gentle kisses and his hands clasped my waist and he guided me, trying so hard to be patient, I could tell.

    He didn’t surge up under me to bury deep, instead, he kept his calm and let me control the speed, though his hands tightened to my skin so that I felt like he was marking me. That maybe when he moved his hands from me, his brilliant palm prints would stand out on my skin. He held the small of my back as I moved over him, coming down hard to get him deep inside me, my lips in his hair, my hands tight on the back of the seat.

    “Harper,” he said.

    “Yes?”

    Alex looked at me and I felt exposed and adored all at once. He shook his head.

    “Just saying your name. I like the sound of it.” His hands stroked the sides of my breasts until my skin erupted in sympathetic goose bumps. “I like the feel of it on my mouth.”

    My pussy gripped at him so tightly the friction was maddening. I moved faster, taking him as far as I could, my fingers skimming his warm skin, his eyebrows, the stubble on his jaw. “I like how it sounds coming out of your mouth,” I said and kissed that mouth.

    His hands clamped down on my hips and now he did move me. He tugged me to him tighter on each descent I made. Held me close for a beat so that his cock was high and hard inside me, nudging my G-spot so that the warmth that flooded through me was overwhelming. My bones felt leaden but soft, my blood hot and slow. A constant lazy eddy under my skin.

    “Harper, I—”

    I shook my head. “Hush,” I said. Whatever he was about to say, I didn’t want to hear it yet. I wanted to be right in the moment, locked body to body with this beautiful man who wasn’t a man. I wanted to feel his cock inside me, his lips on my skin and his fingers tugging at my hips to anchor me so I wouldn’t float away. I wanted to shun the fear for a few more moments and then go deal with it.

    I could feel by the restless tug in my solar plexus that whatever Alex Church wanted to say would distract me—maybe in a good way, but no distraction was good when a veill of evil and negativity had settled over what should be mostly a spiritual way station on the road to the afterlife. “Kiss me,” I demanded.

    And he did. He kissed me hard, holding me still finally. Holding my flanks in his incredibly strong hands, he fucked me, slamming up from under me so that he controlled the speed with which he entered me. I came around his cock, the slickness of my orgasm quickening his way to his own. I rested my forehead to his, felt his heart pound under my fingers as he came. His