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“I don’t—” Whatever she’d been about to say cut off as he slid his hand up her leg to the place between her thighs, to the slickness between her folds, dipping inside.
Gods, she was tight and wet—for him. He couldn’t think of anything but fucking her, how she would come apart on his cock again and again before he found release. Losing himself to the fantasies, he almost growled when she grabbed his wrist. He’d been careful not to go too far since he didn’t know what, if any, experience she had, but what if he’d scared her?
“Stop?” he asked.Please say no.
“Never.”
No, not that either because he would lock her away. A pretty cage would still be a cage.“More?”
“Please.” Her magic flashed brighter, a delightful buzz that ran along his skin to tingle each nerve in delicious pleasure
He groaned, and she dimmed her powers. “No.” His voice came out too gruff, too loud. “Don’t hide from me. You’re perfect. I want to see how brightly I can make you shine.” He craved the jolts that rippled through her into him, needed to run his tongue along each curve and line of every symbol.
“I’m not sure what to do.” Her confusion cut through his lust, making him want to silence every worry on her mind.
“You don’t need to do anything except let me make you feel good.”
The intensity of her gaze, the trust there—he didn’t have a right to it, but he needed it with a savage longing that made him ready to take it.
She writhed against him, her soft body urging him on even as she trembled. He kissed her, a slow claiming that had him wondering who was leading whom in this seduction. Then, she moaned—a siren’s sound. Oh, how that moan melted him.
Her arousal drove him mad. He couldn’t get enough of her. Reading her body for every hint of pleasure, he took each whimper or gasp, tripled his efforts, and teased her until she spun upward, spiraling out of control.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “My perfect angel. Let me see you glow with ecstasy. Incandescent in all your wicked glory. Next time, I’ll lick you where my fingers are until you ride my face. I’ll stroke and linger until you’re desperate to come, begging me to let you.” He didn’t let up his assault on her senses—not when she squirmed, not when tears came to her eyes, not when she tipped her head back as if she might buck off the mattress, not when her magic had him squinting against the shine. She was the light in the proverbial darkness, and he would hold onto her until she fell apart or told him to stop.
At least for now.
At least while he could.
“Alexei.” She called his name on a cry, and he damn near came in his pants.
Who’d have thought the woman could unravel every bit of his control? He focused on the pleasure he’d given her, not the restraint she threatened to steal from him with her every blush and sigh.
“Better?” he asked.
“Oh so much.” Her voice came out breathy, and he wanted to kiss the bliss from her mouth. To savor how that satisfied curve on her lips tasted. To lick her everywhere.
He would keep her forever.
Not happening. No matter how much of an asshole he might be, he wasn’t in the practice of holding innocent women hostage in his home. He needed an icy shower and a fix for whatever fate had thrown at him when he’d met her. “Stay here while I clean up and change.”
“Okay.” Snuggling into the bedding, she acted as though she owned the place.
He took the coldest shower of his life, thinking that she might be an angel but she conjured his personal hell that made it almost impossible to deny her. Normally, he would sleep nude, but tonight he wore boxer briefs out of respect for her and to save his sanity. How had he ended up sharing a bed with the mate he’d sworn to himself earlier tonight that he would avoid? He intended to find out what game she was playing.
But Joelle had fallen asleep. With her eyes closed, her magic dim, and her lips parted, she looked like a teenager whose biggest worries should be skipping class or staying out too late instead of a woman who had already faced down the scariest threats—both human and supernatural—that this world had to offer.
No matter what cruel prank the gods might be playing by making him think she could be his mate, he couldn’t keep her. Not when she could be used against him by his enemies. Not when he would want to lock her in a fancy tower so no one could ever hurt her again.
She deserved better, and he could make sure she got exactly that.
Now that he’d gotten to touch her, to taste her, to know that she would be the only one he would ever want, he had to let his sunshine goddess go before he dragged her down to his depths.
ChapterTwelve
Surrounded by Alexei’s scent and soft sheets, Joelle stretched from her fingers to her pointed tippy-toes and still didn’t reach the edges of the ginormous bed. The memories of the kiss and everything that came after sent tingles through her that sparked her magic in a thrilling tease that hummed so much louder than even Alexei’s touch had.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept so deeply without waking to more screams, curled next to the warmth of his body. Except now, the room had gone cold without him. The sun stretched across the floor in long rays from the windows, casting shadows that sparkled in the refracted prisms of warded glass.
