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Eventually Corin leans back just far enough to look at me properly.

His eyes have softened.

Not dimmed entirely, but controlled enough now that I can finally see the shape of his pupils clearly again.

“You’re alive,” he says quietly, like he still cannot quite believe it.

“So are you.”

His laugh this time sounds genuinely wrecked. “Isolde, I consumed a demon and almost became a public disaster three streets from your office.”

“Yes.”

“And your solution was apparently to kiss the problem.”

“I prefer adaptive solutions.”

“You are completely insane.”

“Possibly.”

He stares at me for another second before his expression changes into something warmer and infinitely more dangerous.

“Adaptive solution,” he murmurs. “That’s what we’re calling this?”

The bond sparks sharply at the tone in his voice.

I feel my own composure crack just slightly around the edges.

“Yes,” I say, though it comes out softer now.

Corin’s smile widens slowly, disbelief and hunger and relief tangled together beneath it.

“Well,” he says quietly, brushing his thumb once against my waist where his hand still rests, “good news, then.”

“What?”

“I think your treatment is working.”

“There is one way to be sure that it is.” Our gazes lock, and I feel the heat pouring off of him. Corin continues to hold me captive with his gaze as his hand darts out and cups the small of my back.

He pulls me into him, muscles rippling through his chest and shoulders. Then his mouth is on my own, kissing harder, deeper than ever before. As if in sudden relief, my body clasps itself against him.

I feel his cock twitch through his trousers. It grows harder as I kiss him back, my hands exploring the contours of his neck, his thick shoulders, and his hard clavicle. Corin responds, his free hand going to the back of my head. Fingers weave through my tresses as he steals my breath with his kisses.

The hand at my back releases its clasp, warm palm sliding down the curve of my hip to my thighs, to the hem of my dress. I gasp as he jerks it upward and out of his way. Fingers that could snap steel bars worm their way with exquisite care between my legs, finding my dripping wet mound.

I groan and gasp into his kiss as he explores me with his fingers. My pussy opens up wide for him, glazing his hand with my juices. Without thought, I drop my hand from his chest down below his waist, feeling his weapon straining against his clothing.

He spins me about, plants my back against the wall. I’m keenly aware of how much bigger he is than me, I feel almost like a child’s toy in his arms. I know he won’t hurt me. I don’t know how, but I know.

“Corin,” I manage to gasp as he releases me from his kiss. Then his name comes out in a moan as he kisses and licks my neck, teeth scraping the skin from time to time to remind me of his infernal heritage.

“Isolde…” he breathes my name like a whispered one word poem. He jerks his belt buckle open and frees his infernal rod. The crown presses into my pussy. I squeeze my eyes shut as he fills me. I’m so ready for him.

Once he glides in all the way, my pussy contracts as if not wanting him to ever leave. He groans, eyes filling with unbridled desire. He thrusts, long and slow, but firm. I cry out, hands clutching at his shoulders, left leg bending around his waist as of its own accord.

His body heaves into mine, all muscles straining like a dam fit to burst. Enthralled by his flesh pressed into my own, I can only ride the waves of ecstasy. Suddenly, I forget the differences between us and can only focus on the bond throbbing in my mind and heart…and his cock throbbing deep inside of me.