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In return, I gave to him just as generously. I’m well acquainted with his body now with both my mouth and fingers. It was a power rush to have him begging me, and no matter how much sex I had in my lifetime before, last night was the first time I’ve ever felt treasured.
What does that mean today, though? Was last night a onetime-only thing? Amell almost threw me in the river yesterday, so it’s not like he cares for me.
It could be that when he awakens, I’ll be back down in my cell and forgotten.
I hold perfectly still, not wanting to shatter these last dredges of intimacy I might have with him. I know it can’t mean much because he’s king, and well, I’m a dead human given a new body.
But still… this is nice. I feel safe and secure, and that is also something I never felt in my prior existence.
Not once.
“I know you’re awake, Nyssa,” Amell says in his baritone voice. “I can practically hear the gears in your brain working.”
I relax now that I’ve been found out and roll to face him. His wing lifts and settles in place behind his back. My body is chilled by the lack of warmth, but when I see Amell’s hot gaze as our eyes connect, I flush from head to toe.
His arm pulls me in closer, hand dropping to my ass. “How do you feel?”
“Sore,” I admit. Deliciously so.
His smile is beautiful, if not a bit smug. “A warm bath will make you feel better.”
I yawn, my body feeling the effects of so little sleep. “I’d actually sell my soul to the devil for a cup of coffee.”
Amell snorts and squeezes my butt.
And then he simply vanishes, causing me to yelp in shock. I sit up in the bed, disoriented by his disappearance, and look around, as if I expect him to pop out from behind a piece of furniture.
Hesitantly, I pull the satin sheet over my body, feeling strangely vulnerable to have been left so suddenly.
“Coffee,” Amell says as he reappears by the side of the bed with a tray in hand.
“Shit!” I exclaim as I clutch the sheet to my chest. “That scared the crap out of me. How do you do that?”
“I bent distance,” Amell says as he sets the tray on the bedside table. It holds a glass French press filled with dark liquid, and the aroma wafts toward me. “I basically pull to me a spot I wish to go so I can step from one place to another. The really powerful are so good at it, it looks like they’re just disappearing or reappearing.”
Amazing. “It’s like an Einstein-Rosen Bridge.”
Amell pours a cup of coffee. “I didn’t realize you were versed on the general theory of relativity and spatial dimensions.”
“I’m not.” I take the cup from him with grateful hands. “But I’m a big fan of Dr. Jane Foster’s.”
His golden slashing eyebrows draw inward. “Dr. Jane Foster? I’m not familiar with her work, and I’ve read about every book in existence.”
Snickering, I shake my head. “She’s not important, but that’s what bending distance sounds like,” I say as Amell places the French press back on the tray. “You’re not having any?”
“Can’t stand the stuff.”
I wrinkle my nose. “You really are evil, but how did you manage to get it?” I ask. I’ve not seen any in my few forays into the kitchen.
“I’m the most powerful Dark Fae in the world. There’s not much I can’t acquire either myself or through others.”
“You went to the First Dimension just now to get this?”
He shakes his head. “I’m prohibited from leaving.”
“Why?”
“For helping Thalia out of a predicament when I was forbidden from doing so.”
