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“Talk toTrust me with your soul and body” Trust me with your heart

She shakes her head “Trust me”

My fingers ain over her clit until she can’t talk Her breath is heavy,

A single tear drips down her cheek as I bring her closer to the edge of an orgasm So close, in fact, that I feel the first ripple before I once again stop

“I can’t,” she whispers

I grither senseless

“But I do know that we can’t kill Maxwell, not yet The child—”

“Isn’t yours Atlas is your child If you want a DNA test to be sure, we can do that”

“No, I know Atlas is my son I saw the similarity of our eyes”

“So, Corbin is obviously lying He doesn’t have your child I have your child He’s safe with Beckett”

“But he has someone’s child”

I still, looking at her closely There have been moments when I’m not even sure she cares about her own child For her to care about a stranger’s child isn’t like her

“You’re confusing as hell, huntress”

My fingers dance over her clit again

Her eyes close as she feels me She licks her lips and arches her back in ecstasy Onemy name