ASTARIAN’S POV “Ready?” he said. I nodded. His hands tightened on my hips and he lifted me like I weighed nothing, raising me until I hovered directly above him. His cock stood hard between us, flushed and leaking at the tip. “Hold it,” he said. “Position it yourself.” I reached down and wrapped my hand around his length. The girth filled my grip and my throat tightened slightly at the reminder of what I had agreed to. I guided his tip to my entrance and held it there, the head pressing warm and blunt against my hole without breaching. “Now rub it against yourself,” he said. “Slowly.” I moved my hips forward and back, dragging his cock’s head across my entrance in slow, shallow strokes. The sensation traveled up my spine immediately, something between pleasure and the sharp awareness of what was coming, and Tavian’s whole body responded to it. His chest jerked. His jaw went slack. “Fuck.” The word came out low and fractured. “Just like that. Keep going.” I kept going. His
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