“Fine.”
“I mean it.”
“As do I.” He flashed a wicked grin. “From now on, your smart little mouth is reserved solely for my cock.”
Lust heated her gaze, and she lifted her head, pressing the gentlest kiss to his earlobe. The gesture felt uncomfortably intimate. “Swear it, Prince.”
“Bloody hell, woman. I swear it.”
“Then my answer is don’t stop.” She lowered her head and looked into his eyes once more. “A hundredmilliondon’t stops if you’llpleasejust fuck me and—”
Gabriel clamped a hand over her mouth and plunged inside her.
No more talking. No more swearing. Only thrusting and grinding and fucking and holyhell, minutes later he was halfway to Death’s door, ready to call it a day on two hundred fifty-odd years.
Fucking her mouth had been ecstasy. But this?
Bloody hell, she felt so good. Perfect. With his hand still clamped over her mouth, Gabriel stopped and rested his head on her chest, ear pressed to her heart, its wild rhythm nearly hypnotizing him.
Jacinda sighed, her warm breath stirring his hair, and for a moment they lay together, unmoving, unhurried. Gabriel felt as if they’d stopped time.
Maybe the little witch had done just that.
But all too soon her hips were writhing again, thighs tightening around him, and Gabriel began a series of slow, torturous thrusts, pushing in deep and dragging out, inch by devastating inch, every movement making him more hungry for her. More needy.
Without warning she bit the fleshy part of his hand between thumb and index finger, hard enough to draw blood, then licked his thumb, sucking it between her lips. The blood stained her mouth a dark cherry, a sight that sent a shock of urgent heat to his balls.
More. Harder.Deeper.
He slid his hand down to her throat, wrapping her in a bloody grip, absolutelyowningher as he fucked her in the moonlight. It painted them both in washes of silver and blue, eerie and incandescent. Gabriel felt like a ghost. A nightmare. A wicked thing sent from some foul, unnamed hell to destroy her, just as he’d warned.
Everywhere his mouth touched her flesh, he marked her, sucking and biting, claiming.
Then, when he knew she couldn’t hold out another moment, when he knew he wouldn’t be far behind, he tightened his grip on her throat and made his final command.
“Come for me, little moonflower.”
He rocked against her clit, hitting her slow and deep, her thighs quaking as he continued to dominate her, and then he felt it—fuckinghell,he felt it—the blood rushing through her veins, her heart slamming against her ribs, the white-hot burst of desire exploding inside her. He released his hand and she cried out for him, her body pulsating around his cock, thighs gripping his hips, everything about her drawing him down into that dark, beautiful spiral.
A tremor rolled through his body, and when he came, he roared with the force of it. He held her face in his hands, and in the depths of her mesmerizing blue eyes, Gabriel saw the stars.
* * *
He rolled onto his hip and looked at his witch, studying her curves in the moonlight. The dark smear of his blood still glistened on her chest, the taste of her still lingered in his mouth. A dark, possessive hunger unfurled inside him.
He slung an arm across her body, pulling her close.
“Mine.”
The word came unbidden, as much a declaration to her as it was a warning to himself. He’d just come harder than he’d ever come in his fucking life, yet already he wanted her again. Craved her—the feel of her skin. The taste of her desire. The kiss she’d thus far denied him.
All of it.
Which meant he absolutely couldn’t have her again.
One and done. That’s how it had to be.
Because if he didn’t walk away now, that craving would turn into a full-blown addiction. Andthat… Well, Gabriel preferred not to think about where that might lead.
