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As he led her upstairs, from room to room, parlour to parlour, he could easily imagine her filling the space, with her bright scent and even brighter laughter.
Dangerous,Malachi, the voice of reason tried to warn.
He ignored it.
Joy stepped into his private chambers with wide, eager eyes.
His massive bed sat to the left from the door. It had a canopy, the gauzy cream curtains currently drawn, tied to the posts. The sheets were cream and red velvet, with a multitude of pillows. In the farright corner was an actual sunken tub, one of the more “modern” designs of the house. Magic had made that one possible; if he was going to be alone for the rest of his life, Malachi wanted to be alone in comfort.
Joy immediately raced to his bed, flying on top of it and bouncing slightly.
“Ah.” She sighed, dropping onto her back, spreading her arms wide. “The sheets are sosoft.” She sat up. Her eyes twinkled. Malachi’s heartbeat sped up.
She rubbed her thighs slightly together, her eyes growing dark, eyelids growing heavy. Malachi’s blood responded, heating up in his veins.
She stared at him from lowered lashes for a moment, her scent doing something complicated. She smelled eager, aroused, but strangely melancholic at the same time.
Malachi’s racing heart began to race for a different reason. Why did that look—that scent, despiteitsunderlying heat—feel like a goodbye? His chest twisted painfully at the thought.
Joy stood. Malachi’s heart pounded harder. With fear or anticipation, he wasn’t sure.
He blinked when she reached for the hem of her shirt, then smoothly pulled it off her frame. Her hands dropped to the elastic waistband of her joggers. She pushed them down to mid-thigh, then gave her hips a little wiggle to encourage them to pool at her feet, before she stepped out of them. He wanted to see her make that little wiggle again. She’d been wearing crocs, which she’d kicked off.
Now she stood in just her underwear,asoft pink lacy cotton that made her dark brown skin look lush and inviting.
“Come here,” she said huskily, with a single crook of her finger.
Malachi obeyed, his body moving almost without his conscious permission, like he was hooked to strings and she was his puppeteer.
His wings flared wide when she looked up at him with those sultry eyes, his tail flicking with eagerness, his dick already stiff and ready.
“Take this off,” she commanded, threading a finger through his smoky robes.
The robe slipped off his shoulders, melting into smoke and disappearing completely before they’d touched the ground. Joy released a soft puff of air, her eyes trailing all over his form.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered.
Malachi didn’t know why he suddenly felt choked up. “I could say the same about you.”
Joy smiled. She stoodonthe tips of her toes, closing her eyes and lifting her face in invitation, her lips pursed.
Without her watching, Malachi used the opportunity to greedily take in every inch of her form. Her round rosy cheeks, her thick lashes and full lips, all that gorgeous, deep brown skin; every dip and curve of her sexy, fat frame.
He had to stop his perusal too soon—not enough—because it felt like he could look at her for the rest of eternity, and they didn’t have that much time. Instead of focusing on that, he slid his hands to her backside, enjoying her soft little exhale.
He lifted her up, off her feet, pressing her against his chest. She obligingly wrapped her legs around him as he finally captured her lips with his, swallowing her sweet, little sigh.
If this was to be the last time, then he was going to make sure it was one she never forgot.
TWELVE
Joy could feel it like a clock ticking in the back of her mind; their time was running out. This night wouldn’t last forever; eventually, Malachi would have to go back to the scene and clear it up before the body was found, which meant he had to leave before sunrise. Once he fulfilled his end of the bargain, there would be nothing tying them together anymore.
At least, not unless—
Joy squashed the thought as fast as it appeared. There was no “unless”. She had a life to get back to. New friends. Her family. All the plans she’d had to shove aside while she’d enacted her vengeance.
She didn’t know if there was space for Malachi within all that. She hadn’tplannedfor a space for Malachi within all that. She didn’t even want to consider it, because eventhinkingabout considering it made her feel like she was losing control.No, it made her feel like control was beingtakenfrom her, even though she knew it wasn’t the fucking same.
