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He still had the taste of her in his mouth…could still hear her cries as he’d pleasured her…
Phek.
His cock throbbed in his trousers, straining against the material and it was almost painful to endure.
He was in a bad state.
And the look that she’d given him when he’d left…
She was hurt.
He’d hurt her.
That had been the last thing he’d intended to do.
He released a breath, aware that conversation was starting to pick up in the lounge once more.
What had he done?
It’s not that he hadn’t known what she’d wanted, it’s not that he hadn’t wanted to do it either…it’s just that he couldn’t.
Despite that she’d protected herself against having children, that hadn’t been his concern.
For he knew…if he’d taken her, if he’d given in to her sweetness, he knew for a fact that saying goodbye in the end would most definitely rip him from the inside out.
He wasn’t meant to have a mate.
He was meant to be a Lone.
It was fated.
Raxu had ordained it from the moment he had been seeded inside his mother.
So why…
Why would the gods tempt him now…?
Why make him yearn for something he could never have?
And now that he’d done the unspeakable and tasted her…
PHEK!
He slammed a fist into the counter and the chatter behind him stopped suddenly.
Ka’Cit growled underneath his breath.
He couldn’t go back up to the room. Not until he’d cooled down.
Not until he was in control.
* * *
It had been hours at least, she was sure.
After the first few minutes of staring dumbfounded at the exit, she’d finally moved back to the floor to finish her meal.
That had taken some time.