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Her eyes flare but then she shivers and that spring maiden flush on her face tells me everything I need to know.
3.
Luna
Squealing, I laugh when Derex picks me up and carries me over the threshold. “We’re not even married,” I say and his eyes shimmer, the aggression that was in them earlier in the day dissipating and he’s magnificent like this “But I guess we can pretend.”
“Does that mean you’ll let me put you to bed and make love to you until we both can’t breathe?” he purrs against my neck and I breathe,
“Maybe.”
His eyes flash as if he just took that maybe as a yes and I have to tug at him to put me down. He does so reluctantly, not giving me much space and he was like that on our way here as well, stayed close the whole time as if he’s replaced my shadow with his own and whenever we crossed a street he’d hold my hand tightly, worried I’d change my mind and run back home.
I wouldn’t do that and his own home is amazing, albeit a bit dark and somewhat...morose with stained glass windows and crimson accents. It’s up on a hill, surrounded by tall trees and I let out a surprised sound when I see there’s a bright red pool outside. Red from the tiles of course but this is so different from my own place and I feel a flash of relief that I won’t have to worry about the leak in the ceiling or the crappy heating anymore. There’s nothing crappy about Derex’s lair and I’m stunned to find it so luxurious.
“I had no idea bounty hunters made this much money,” I blurt and for a second he seems uncomfortable and I want to face palm myself. That was such an inappropriate thing to say and I throw him an excusatory glance. ”Sorry.”
“No,” he rasps between his teeth. “Never apologize.” He nods at my box. “We should put away that thing.” Something calculating flashes in his eyes. “My bedroom would be a good place.”
I gulp, following him upstairs and I can’t get over his size. If he rolls over on me in the middle of the night while we’re in bed, he’ll probably flatten me. I let out a nervous snort and flush, my thoughts wandering to what it would be like sleeping with him...when we come to a stop in his room, and his black and red bed looks like it belonged to a vampire in the past.
“What do you think?” he whispers in a summoning voice. “Think you’ll be comfortable?”
“Aha...,” I gasp, becoming painfully aware of just how close he is.
“That fairy hair would look good against my sheets,” Derex raps and I notice he’s staring at me again, “that delicate face of yours screaming into my pillows.”
Shivering, I lick my lips and he slides a hand down my arm. “Derex...,” I pant, feeling helpless as if I’m a damsel from some histrionic movie in his presence but he’s so freaking extreme that I don’t blame myself.
“Luna...,” he begins, his voice low and persuasive now and almost hypnotic, “I prefer sleeping alone but I’m afraid I can’t let you sleep anywhere in this house unless it’s in my bed. There’s a guestroom down the hall but if you tell me you prefer staying in there, I’ll grab a bat from my closet and wreck every piece of furniture in that room.”
He clasps my chin, “So what do you say?”
“I don’t want you to ruin your guestroom,” I pant. “Guess I’m going to have to stay in here.”
Smirking, he purrs, “I’m so glad we could come to an agreement.”
Uh yeah...that was totally a normal way of negotiating. His eyes swirl, searching for mine and suddenly his intensity makes me too dizzy to be able to stay in his presence.
“I should try out your bed if I’m going to sleep in it,” I blurt, climbing on top of it but tense when Derex lets out a needy growl. I throw a frantic look over my shoulder, noticing he has his eyes fixed on my ass, his fists clenched at his sides and I roll over. Red in the face and full of confusing excess energy, I start jumping up and down in his bed and Derex chuckles.
Actually chuckles...the man who looks like he has ice in his veins and I’m the one who made him laugh. “Get down from there,” he grins.
“Why?” I say, bouncing even harder now.
“Because you’re so fucking adorable and I need to kiss you before things get out of hand,” he replies, his voice turning huskier and his eyes go grave when I stop. Pulling my fingers through my hair just in case there are any knots, I take a deep breath and obediently walk over to the edge until I’m looking down at him and he’s looking up at me. There’s not that big height difference between us anymore and he wraps his arms around my waist.
“It feels good just holding you,” he rasps, stroking the side of my waist. “I’ve never been close to something as clean as you.” His eyes deepen with need. “It makes me want to do bad things and teach you to enjoy them.”
My heart starts thrashing in my chest and I let out a pant when he tilts his chiseled granite face up and plants a warm kiss on my mouth. The taste of him goes straight to between my legs and I moan, nearly falling off the edge if he hadn’t been holding onto me. His tongue thrusts between my lips, fiercer than a fighter and hungrier than the night itself and this is the first kiss of all kisses ever kissed. He weaves our lips together, eating at my mouth until my pulse races as if it’s near danger, but there’s no danger around.
It’s just Derex and I give into him fully, adapting to his body as if being close to him is a basic need of mine and he holds me tighter than a tree holds onto its roots. I feel him strike cords in me, then drum them with his fingers until his music drives me crazy and I moan, “What is happening to us?”
“Just accept it,” he pants raggedly with furious lips and he moves on to kiss my throat. “You have no choice, my dear Luna. As fucked up as I am you’ve been made for me, my poor girl.”
“You’re an extraordinary man,” I breathe back, “you’re not...” I don’t even want to use the word fucked up because he’s not like that. I feel something building up inside of me, the more he kisses me and it’s hot and rushing, the arousal intense and I sag against him, the need for him almost totalitarian. My body’s flushing against his, my core longing for his thrusts and when he picks me up, I wrap my legs around him, craving this man for all that he is in whichever shape he comes.
My hands go to the coat he’s still wearing and I remove it from his big shoulders when something falls to the floor and makes a loud sound. “What was that?” I shriek, looking down and I blink when I notice it’s a shiny gun. “Oh...”
