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Chapter 95

Feyre’s POV

There was a need in me that I couldn’t put my finger on. I didn’t understand it at first, but it had consumed my every thought since I set my eyes on Dymon again, after returning to consciousness. I didn’t know if it was a side-effect of the spell or if it was something else entirely, but I had been inordinately pleased by him and now, I itched with a desire to make him mine.

His lips moved over my own, gentle yet firm and I drank greedily, the flames of need fanning ever so higher. Such exquisite pleasure was foreign to me, yet I embraced it with eagerness and glee that I could hardly believe. Dymon himself was very careful, but then, he always was. His hands rested lightly on my shoulders as if he was doing his best to keep me at bay even as we kissed. Discontent licked at my insides, along with that fiercely burning need again and I did the first thing I was sure would assuage it. I pressed closer against him and the action seemed to please him as much as it did me beca
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