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He wanted to feel her come. Would feel her.
His thumb pressed against her clit even as he thrust into her once more. She came, a hard ripple of pleasure around him, and her face went blank with pleasure.
Yes. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock.
And his control broke. He shoved into her, as deep as he could go. Again and again. Her scent surrounded him. Her body was crushed beneath his, and her sex—so warm and wet and—he was fucking going out of his mind.
Good.
Hell. Better than good.
His balls tightened. He slammed into her once more. Then he climaxed, shouting her name. Pleasure pounded through him. A release so intense his whole body shuddered.
Pretty damn perfect.
The heat seared him to the core.
* * *
She pretended to sleep. Jana lay in Zane’s arms, her eyes closed, her breath slow and easy, and she forced her body to stay relaxed.
He’d left her only long enough to shed the condom. He’d fed her. Brought her sandwiches from the kitchen. And now he held her.
She didn’t want to talk to him. Didn’t want to answer all the questions she knew he had.
What was the point of talking? Lies would do them no good.
Her body still ached. A good, delicious ache. Her sex shivered every few moments with little aftershocks of pleasure that hummed through her system.
The demon was good in bed. Not really surprising.
What was surprising…she wanted him again. Now.
It was dangerous to want something—or someone—too much. She knew that. Wanting could make you weak.
She’d wanted the sex. Wanted the blast of pleasure and the rush of release that would let her forget, even for a few moments, the life that was hers. And she’d wanted him. Not some nameless stranger from a bar. A man who didn’t know how dangerous his lover was. Zane.
Because he knew what lurked inside of her.
But with the passion sated, he’d be back to business again. She wouldn’t tell him the truth. Couldn’t.
Her left arm was thrown out over the pillow. No more handcuffs.
Jana breathed slowly. Zane hadn’t moved in the last five minutes. His breathing was light, steady. Just like mine.
She risked lifting her lashes, just a crack. His eyes were closed. In sleep, his face was just as hard. Just as dangerous. No softening in slumber for him.
She couldn’t let herself forget what he was. Demon. One who’d come hunting for her. Sex wouldn’t change anything for him. When the time came, he’d still turn her over to Night Watch, and he wouldn’t look back.
So she wouldn’t look back, either.
Slowly, carefully, she eased away from him and off the bed. He shifted a bit, his hand reaching out to follow her, and she froze.
His fingers curled around her pillow, and the frown that had appeared between his brows eased away. Jana started breathing again.
She scooped up her clothes, hopped over the handcuffs on the floor, and crept for the door. No need to waste time looking for the keys to the motorcycle. She’d hotwire the ride and be out of there in no time.
But at the door, she hesitated and glanced back at Zane. His tan body was surrounded by the stark white sheets. He looked sexy. Rumpled.
