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Aye, the sex Olivia and I shared was scorching. She tempted me closer to satisfaction than any woman since the Dark Ages. But my feeling for her stems from something deeper than a good fucking.
Morgana was beautiful…but vain, demanding, and lazy. By contrast, Olivia seems intrepid, friendly, and genuine.
She moved across an ocean alone, determined to achieve her dreams. She fulfilled the first by opening an art gallery. Now she searches tirelessly for her father so she might know the man. I laud such tenacity. Morgana merely manipulated or bullied others until they did her bidding.
Had I met Olivia under different circumstances, had I known not she is Le Fay, I would have pursued her relentlessly. After all, I have time on my side.
Olivia does not, and I must act—now.
Joining with her, then severing our bond if I fail to climax, is not an option. According to Millie, mate breaking is an hours-long process. The beauty lying naked in my bed has not that long to live.
The possibility of her perishing pains me. I fear asking why.
The mating bond affects you as it does any wizard. The thought of never touching Olivia again is beyond agonizing, right? Bram murmured before he left. Nor will you tolerate another man’s hands on her.
The coxcomb speaks true. I crave Olivia, and I will kill any man who dares lay a finger on her.
Beside me, she whimpers again. Grimacing, I cradle her cheek. She nuzzles her face into my palm, seeking my touch. Her silent trust warms me—yet scares the piss out of me. I, who have stood alone for centuries, now have someone who depends on me. Someone who matters to me.
Someone Le Fay.
She whimpers once more in her coma-like slumber.
Tamping down panic, I smooth a dark curl away from her hot brow. “Olivia?”
“Need you.” Her voice is faint and dwindling. “Inside me.”
With what may be her last breaths, she begs me to save her. I cannot fail to listen. Mayhap I am foolish, but I will sweat and grind and thrust all night, focus, pray—whatever is necessary to keep her alive.
My curse be damned.
I have not a moment to lose.
Steeling myself, I draw my shirt over my head. With a button and a lowering of my zip, my jeans fall next. I rarely bother with drawers, so the slide of denim down my hips and the removal of my socks leave me bare.
Then I climb into bed with Olivia, sliding my naked skin against hers. She is like embracing an inferno. I quell my instinct to recoil from the heat and pull her closer, against my chest.
“Yes…” she gasps.
Zounds, she is beautiful. I brush my fingers across her cheek, my thumb over her pillowy lower lip. Everything from the arch of her raven brows to the tips of her purple toenails makes me hungry for sex. For satisfaction.
For her.
Impatience demands I cover her, kiss her, touch her, and work inside her. I resist.
Dwelling on my own need and frustration has denied me completion for more centuries than I care to count. Tonight will be strictly for Olivia.
Arouse her. Build her desire. Feel more than her body. Give yourself to her.
I close my eyes. Our bond has grown since we first exchanged vows. Thin but sturdy, our connection wraps around me as I nudge Olivia onto her back, then settle on top of her, balancing my weight on my elbows.
Her eyes drift half-open. She stares up at me with a heavy-lidded stare. ’Tis a good sign. Olivia has not been this alert in hours.
Our gazes connect. I jolt as she parts her lips and swipes her tongue across them. My cock was already stiff, but at the sight I ache. Every breath I inhale is packed with a riot of luscious scents—vanilla, flowers, sandalwood, and female musk—that arouse me more. Each groan I exhale fills me with anticipation. I am dizzy with want of her. I sweat. I am painfully aware of her soft breasts pressed against me, her gentle belly under me, and her thighs spread wide for me.
I lower my head and brush my lips across her jaw, then down her neck. Her scent gathers here, strong and sublime.
Moaning, I lick her slowly. She is part salty, part sweet. The tang of her sits upon my tongue and makes my mouth water. How did I miss this sensory seduction the first time I was inside her?
