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“Beautiful,” I murmur. “Fuck, Cassandra, you’re dripping for me, love.”
“I can’t help it,” she says, squirming in my grasp. “This is what happens when you make me wait. I hate waiting.”
My lips curve. “Do you? Well, perhaps I can do something to make your wait more enjoyable.” Fingers digging into each firm globe of her arse, I pull her to my mouth, dragging my tongue up her center before swirling a deep, determined ‘hello’ to her clit. I slide first one finger, then two inside her, fucking her with my hand while I continue to worship her with my mouth.
“Holy shit,” she says, her fingers tangling in my hair as her breath comes faster. “Shit, Edmond.”
I stop sucking her clit long enough to ask, “Do you still hate waiting?”
“No, I love it, I love it so much.” Her thighs begin to tremble on either side of my face as I resume my devotions. “Oh, Goddess, Edmond. I can’t stop it, I can’t wait. I’m about to—”
She breaks off with a ragged cry that’s music to my ears.
Pulling my hand from her pussy—the better to devour every drop of her sweetness as she comes on my face—I decide this is it. If I had to pick a single moment to relive forever, this would be the one.
“I can’t feel my face,” she whispers as I rise over her, sealing my mouth to hers, letting the salt of her pussy mingle with the hint of chocolate still lingering on her tongue.
“Should we stop?” I ask grinding the ridge of my cock against her molten flesh.
She wraps her thighs around my hips and flexes tight, pinning me against her. “Don’t even think about it. We’re not leaving this bed until I know what you feel like inside me.”
I reach between us, fitting the head of my aching cock to where I’m both dying—and terrified—to be. “You’re going to ruin me, Chicago. Ruin me for all other women for the rest of time.”
“I hope so,” she whispers, her eyes locked on mine as I begin to glide inside where she’s hot and slick and utterly perfect. “You’ve already ruined me, but in the best way.” Her lashes flutter as I push deeper, until I’m buried inside her. “I didn’t realize it could feel like this, so close, so…perfect.”
“So perfect,” I moan, my heart burning in my chest as I begin to move, knowing I will never feel this way again.
I will never love a woman the way I love Cassandra Wonderfully. It doesn’t matter that we’ve only known each other a few hours or that she’s still a stranger to me in many ways. When I look into her eyes, I see my future, the one I could have had if things had turned out differently, if I weren’t a cursed man with nothing to give this brilliant, beautiful girl.
It’s nearly three in the morning by the time she falls asleep in my arms. I should get up and pack, but I linger for another hour, memorizing the smell of her hair, the rhythm of her breath, the way her breast feels pressed against my chest before I ease out from under the covers and quickly gather my things.
She’s still asleep when my assistant texts that he’s called a car to take us to the station, and that he’ll meet me in the lobby in five.
I stop at the door, turning back to see Cassandra curled in my bed, a smile on her lips, and whisper, “Goodbye, Chicago. I hope your life is full of magic.”
I have no doubt it will be.
She’s a force of nature, a delightful, kind, clever woman who is as dazzling on the inside as she is on the outside.
At that moment, I truly can’t fathom a future where she isn’t living her bravest, best life and finding incredible people to love along the way.
When I think of her afterward—and I do so often—I imagine her in a loft somewhere, singing along while the man she loves strums his guitar, making that dream of forming her own band come true. Sometimes I see her in cut off shorts and a t-shirt painting a giant canvas, sometimes with a swollen belly, painting a baby’s room, but in all my visions, she’s happy and brimming with creative energy and better off without a man like me.
I tell myself the story so many times that when our paths cross again, and I learn the nightmare she’s been trapped inside for the better part of three years, I can’t believe it. I can’t imagine my magnificent Chicago under a demon’s delusion, forced to slave away for his comfort while he made her, and her daughter’s, lives a living hell.
But then the bastard dares to show his face in Nightfall. He kidnaps Amy, attempting to sell his own daughter into slavery in the demon dimension, and I learn just how far I’ll go to protect the woman I love.
Because I still love her.
I will always love her, I suspect, even when I’m dead and gone.
Which won’t be long, now…
But first, we’ll be married, to protect Amy from her demon father’s claim and because…I want to marry Casey. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but I can’t let her know that.
At least, not now.
But when I’m gone, I don’t see the harm in a note left to assure her that I left this earth with no regrets, save one…
