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But Xairn shook his head and started backing away. “We should stop now, before things go too far. Before I hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me,” Lauren insisted. “In fact,” she added, with a sudden burst of inspiration, “You can help me.”

“What do you mean?” He frowned at her warily.

“I mean I’m dying over here, Xairn. Not literally,” she added hastily when his eyes widened with concern. “But sexually, you’re killing me. Just look…” Biting her lip, she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her thighs. It was against her nature to be an exhibitionist but in this case, she didn’t think she had a choice if she wanted to keep him here with her. “Look how hot and wet you’re making me.” She gestured to her pink silk panties which were nearly soaked through with her cunt honey. The outline of her pussy lips was clearly visibly through the thin fabric, swollen with need and desire.

“Lauren…” Xairn’s voice was rough and his eyes had begun to flicker, changing from ocean blue to red-on-black but at least he was still here—for now.

“Just look.” Heart pounding, Lauren slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down, baring her pussy completely. God, she felt like some kind of a porn star, coming on to him this way, but if this was what it took to keep him with her she was willing to do it, willing to do anything.

“I’m looking.” Xairn’s red-on-black eyes roamed over her body hungrily. “But I shouldn’t. And I don’t see how I can help you.”

“You can stay with me. Touch me,” Lauren gave him pleading look. “I need you Xairn.”

A low groan was torn from his lips. “Lauren, please, you don’t understand what you’re doing to me. What kind of events you might put into action…”

“Oh, yes I do—I might get you to finally touch me!” Reaching into the bowl of puree one more time, she got a dripping finger full of the sticky-sweet mixture. Then, her hand trembling, she parted her pussy lips and stroked the inside of her sex, coating her inner folds with the strawberry puree. “You made this mess,” she said, popping her finger into her mouth and sucking the rest of the strawberry off. “Come clean it up.”

“Lauren, don’t do this!” The warning was clear in his voice but he was already kneeling on the floor before her and stripping her jeans and panties the rest of the way off.

“I’m not doing anything but giving you what we both want,” she told him breathlessly. “What we both need.”

“What I need is to get away before things go too far.” He seemed frozen on his knees before her, his big hands cupping her hips. It was clear he was fighting the urge to take her, fighting against himself and his natural instincts.

For just a moment Lauren paused. Should she really be doing this? Should she really be pushing him this far? But she told herself firmly she was through being afraid of his Scourge side. How bad could it be when he looked so human? When he held her so sweetly as he had earlier when he was comforting her? Go with the flow, she reminded herself again. Let it happen. No, make it happen.

Slowly she parted her thighs, giving him a good look at her hot, inner pussy still coated with the sticky puree. “Come on, baby, clean me up,” she murmured.

His answer was a low, wordless growl of pure lust and then he was thrusting her thighs apart, spreading her wide to get at her. Lauren moaned and buried her hands in his hair as he parted her swollen pussy lips with one sweep of his tongue, cleaning away the strawberry coating and then licking deeper, as though trying to get past the sweetness to her own hot feminine flavor.

Xairn’s broad shoulders split her wide but it was clear she still wasn’t open enough for him. Reaching down, he grabbed one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder, spreading her even farther in his quest to taste her thoroughly, to own her completely.

Lauren gasped as he pressed against her, lashing her sensitive clit with his tongue one minute and thrusting it into her tight opening the next. The steel kitchen island she was leaning against was cold on her bare ass but she didn’t care—couldn’t care about anything but what he was doing to her.

She’d never had a man go down on her like this before, with this level of intensity and need. It was as though Xairn was dying of thirst and she was the only source of water for a hundred miles. He lapped and sucked, working her hard, rasping his tongue over her sensitive clit and giving her exactly what she needed. In fact, it was almost frightening the way he tasted her, the single minded ferocity he showed in laving her sensitive folds. But she pushed away her sense of unease and gripped his hair tighter, bucking her hips in time to his rhythm, giving herself completely to his silent demands.