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“Are you sure?” I arch a brow.
“Maybe you didn’t have anything worth begging for,” she says, shoving the words through gritted teeth. Valeria wriggles her hips against my length, as if the friction alone could undo her. And when I step just out of her reach, she groans, tiring of my antics already.
“You underestimate me, Starlight,” I tease, gripping her chin and stroking my thumb over her lower lip, enjoying the way her eyelids look heavy, her emerald eyes so dark they almost blendin with her pupils. “I’ve tortured people for a living, and they’ve had plenty of things to beg for.”
Releasing her hair, I tease the hem of her dress up her thighs as she says, “It feels like I’m being tortured now.”
“Does it?” I arch my eyebrows up toward my hairline as I find the seam of the thin lacy fabric between her thighs. Stroking my fingers over them, I chuckle under my breath. “These don’t feel nearly wet enough to consider this torture, darling. If I were torturing you, I’d be able to wring them out long before I ever let you come.”
Her chest shudders with an exhale, drawing my gaze to the round curves of her breasts, peeking so temptingly out from the neckline of her dress. Cocking my head, I let my eyes roam, taking in the way the moonlight highlights her all too perfect skin, has those lively green eyes glistening.
“Well, let’s hear it.” I flare my eyes for just a split second as I say, “Beg me.”
She stares at me quietly. All I can do is watch as the point of her pretty pink tongue wets her full bottom lip. Her throat bobs as she swallows back her pride. “Please.”
My hand strokes over the lacey fabric between her legs again, applying more pressure this time, and her back arches. I give her a wicked smile. “I’m going to need you to try harder than that.”
“I said,” she pushes the words through her teeth. “Please, oh glorious Prince of Death…” She trails off, rolling her eyes as she leans forward to cup the front of my pants in her palm, dragging a throaty groan from my lips. Her mouth is by my ear now, her teeth nipping into my ear lobe before she whispers, “Take me. Use me in every way you see fit.”
My breaths are ragged as I wrap my hand gently around her throat, dragging her lips back to mine. “As you wish,” I say between kisses, gripping her thighs. As I lift her from the piano, her legs wrap and lock around my torso.
Magic scents through the air, sweet like wine as my foot lifts and I step forward, folding time and space. Shadows and light wrap around us and we’re in my room before my boot connects to the ground. Her back meets the wall, arching away from the cool stone into the heat of my body. Her chest swells, her hands looped around my neck.
I could devour her mind, body, and soul.
Fuck, I want to.
I want every inch of her alabaster skin painted in my teeth marks, covered in my kisses. I want every piece of her and have craved it since I laid eyes on her in those woods, falling out of that goddamn tree. For the first time in my life, I’d been jealous of leaves because they got to touch every inch of her body.
I can’t explain it. I shouldn’t want to.
She deserves better, and Jade deserves my suffering, yet I can’t stop, even if I wanted to. I need to feel this woman beneath me, wrapped around me, to hear her moan my name, to know the sounds she makes when she shatters. I crave it more than I crave air.
Bracing her against the wall with my weight, I wiggle my fingers, and delicately pull the strings of the corset top. It’s like unwrapping a present. With subtle precision, I tear the string through the eyelets, and when I’m done, the boning falls to the floor. She’s left in nothing but a loose dress.
“How much do you care about this?” I ask, tugging on the neckline a bit, willing a single talon to form at the end of my fingertip.
“I can make another.”
That’s all I need to hear. My talon slices through the fabric, tearing it away from her with ease. Wrapping my arm around the small of her back, I guide it off her arms, bending to catch the swell of one of her breasts in my mouth. I close my eyes in a weak attempt to calm my racing heart.
Pinning her body with my hips, I grind my rigid length against her center. She moans, dropping her head back against the wall. It takes everything I have to force my demon half down, to breathe, to stay calm and be gentle. But despite the fight I put up, I can feel my eyes flicker back and forth between beast and man. The threads of magic that hold together our world shine like gold every time my eyes turn dark. Every inch of Valeria, bared to me in such a primal, intimate way, seems to glow with magic, too. It gives her a halo of light and it’s fucking breathtaking.
So much so, I let go. I forget about my eyes, that I should keep them down and out of her view. The last thing either of us wants is her to become terrified of me—to see the monster the world fears.
My gaze carries up her body, taking in every glowing curve, her perfect soft skin, her hard nipples that my teeth ache to wrap around. “Gods, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, eyes lingering on the bite mark I left of her breast, then traveling higher to glimpse the flush on her cheeks as those emerald eyes widen on me.
A dainty, delicate hand settles on the side of my face, her thumb tracing my scar as she stares into my demonic eyes. “I could say the same about you.”
My heart skips a beat, awe-struck by the fact she isn’t beating against my chest, determined to get as far away from me as she can. Instead, she leans closer, brushing her lips against mine, and a part of me melts into putty in her skilled artistic hands, ready to be molded to her will.
I wrap my arms around her, pushing off the wall to lay her onto my bed, her body sinking into the fluffy covers as the light from the domed glass ceiling spills onto her nearly naked form. If heaven were a person, an image, it would be her in this moment.
Her hands slip down my bare torso, gliding effortlessly over every raised edge of the scars that riddle it. The gentle bite of her nails makes me suck in my stomach, flexing the muscles there. And something snaps inside me.
Bending forward, my tongue traces over the skin just above the waistband of lace, admiring the way her pupils blow. I latch onto the fabric with my teeth, dragging it down to the middle of her thighs before ripping it the rest of the way off with my hands.
Valeria lifts her knees, her legs spreading wide for me as she palms a breast in one hand and weaves the other into my hair, guiding me to where she wants me. My eyes don’t leave hers as I lower my head, the heat of my mouth brushing over the most intimate part of her. My tongue lashes through the wetness that’s pooled there and a groan falls from my lips.
