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“You’re pretty close to me now.” She wiggles her delicate eyebrows at me. “You wereextremelyclose to me a few minutes ago.”
The need to get that close to her now roars inside me, louder than any voices ever have. The voices have remained silent since I returned from the hell realm and found Dela waiting. If only they would stay silent for the rest of her lifetime, so I could enjoy every minute with her.
“You look serious. Not in your normal serious way. Kind of…far away. Like outside the bakery yesterday. Do you have to go again?”
“The wishes for vengeance will return. When they do, I can only delay my duty for a short time, then I must fulfill a wish, so that a soul is designated for my liege’s dominion.”
“It sounds horrible, committing someone’s soul to hell. How do you choose?” she asks quietly. “Has it become difficult to mete out revenge since you started feeling things?”
“It is not a vengeance demon’s place to judge what is right or wrong. We are not built to experience compassion, guilt, or any other emotion. They are a hindrance to our purpose, one I must continue to fulfill, or I will be recalled to the hell realm. Perhaps to be remade. Or destroyed.”
Any remnant of a smile vanishes. “Then you have to do whatever you have to do. If you’re gone one day and don’t come back—” Her mouth closes and she swallows hard, blinking rapidly over glassy-sheened eyes. “I don’t want to lose you that way.”
“You will not lose me any way,” I say, wrapping my arms around her. “I will continue to consign souls to hell, enough to satisfy my liege, while also being selective about those whose wishes I fulfil—as I have been for some time.” I loosen the embrace so I can look into her eyes. “I will cause no physical harm for the duration of my life with you.”
“And there’ll be enough non-violent revenge wishes for you to do that for, oh…” Beautiful red roses bloom on high on her cheeks. “Say, the next fifty years?”
“Or more. Fifty years will not be enough time with you, my sunshine.”
Dela
I’ve just zippedup the new dress I bought when Raz’s heavy knock rattles my apartment door. Butterflies take flight in my chest as I hurry to answer. He promised he’d be back from his demon duties in time for Dak and Rosetta’s wedding this evening, but in the short time we’ve been together, I’ve quickly realized that he’s not always able to gauge or control how long meting out vengeance will take. It’s quicker to bludgeon someone or drop them off a bridge than it is to deliver carefully crafted revenge that keeps the scales as evenly balanced as possible.
“You’re here,” I say, flinging open the door. My jaw drops at the sight before me. I’ve been attracted to Raz since the moment I laid eyes on his massive red form—which is always shirtless.
Fate’s Falls’ businesses don’t adhere to the common “no shirt, no shoes, no service” rule found in places primarily populated by humans. Though many of the non-human inhabitants here do wear some manner of clothing, there are too many body types, shapes, and sizes to make it a hard-and-fast decree. And once you get used to it, the assortment of furry, horned, hooved, or other unique body parts you might see around town are no big deal.
Seeing Raz dressed in a white, long-sleeved button-front shirtisa big deal. He’s hot, my big red demon. Smokin’ hot.
Once I’ve collected my bottom lip from the floor, I pat around my mouth to ensure there’s no drool. “You own a shirt.”
“I do now.”
“It looks amazing. You’re handsome and sexy and—” Heat creeps up my neck as I catch myself before saying the next words.
As always, Raz stares a hole in me. His preferred method of getting me to say the things I’m holding back.
“Every female at the wedding is going to be eye-fucking my demon boyfriend.”
One of his brief rumbles of internal laughter pulls the crisp white fabric taut across his broad chest. “Had I known the effect wearing a shirt would have on you, I would have purchased one many months ago.”
“Oh, I quite enjoyed your shirtless visits. Zero complaints.” I trail my fingers over the soft cotton hiding his chiseled physique from view. “Let me grab my purse and we can go.”
He catches my hand before I turn. “I wish to tell you how beautiful you are, but cannot find words adequate to describe it.”
“Those’ll do,” I say, using the front of his shirt to tug him down to a level where I can kiss him. Too much time has passed since the last time.
The way he tugs me tight to his body and coasts his hands over my curves tells me he feels the same way. My pretty red dress and his sexy white shirt won’t be making an impression at the reception. All of our clothes will be on Raz’s cabin floor before the first toast to the bride and groom has been made.
But I don’t think I can wait that long.“Raz,”I whisper against his lips.
He understands the plea without additional words. Hands on my hips, he ducks low and walks me backward into the apartment, closing the door behind him. He doesn’t bother maneuvering us through to my small bedroom; he lowers himself right there, stretching out on his back on my living room area rug.
Hunger flares in his glowing eyes as I lift the silky red wrap dress to expose my bare body beneath. Panties are pointless when I know I’ll be alone with him. He’s insatiable, and so am I.
“On my mouth, Dela. Now. I need to taste you while you come.”
My body is humming, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. Feet on either side of his head, I stand over him, giving him an all-access view as I lower myself. His tongue is waiting, and I moan as he pushes it deep inside me as I settle on his face. Grabbing his horns, I bounce on his tongue, the slick sound of it sending sparks racing through me. I love when he tongue-fucks me, but it won’t make me come. It just makes me wet and messy, ready for his cock.
