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“Bowen, I’m pretty sure helping someone break their vows is treason. If they find out—”
I brush her hair back from her face, stilling her words. “If you’re leaving, then I’ll ensure you exit safely before I move on. You can argue all you want, but it won’t change anything.”
“You’re a stubborn ass.”
“It’s been said before.” My voice deepens with desire. It’s taking everything I have not to shift down a little until my cock notches at her entrance. I need her to agree first. “Promise me, Evelyn. Promise that you won’t try to go without me. I give you my word that I’ll see you safely through the portal home.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. You went and gave me your word, so now I’m going to look like a big asshole if I sneak out.” She sounds put out, but amusement warms her green eyes. “If you’re going to insist on seeing me through the portal, then I guess I’m going to have to insist on sucking your cock.”
I blink. “What?”
Instead of answering, she shoves on my shoulders to get me to roll onto my back. Evelyn wiggles back until she’s kneeling between my thighs. She strokes the twisted scar on my right thigh. “What happened here?”
“Kraken.”
Her brows wing up. “No shit?”
“No shit.” It had been an ugly fight that almost killed me and everyone onboard. It was only by working together that we managed to send it to the deep, and even then, I’m not entirely certain we killed it.
There were no more deaths attributed to the creature, at least.
She shifts her touch to my hips, dancing her fingertips over the sensitive skin of my lower stomach. For a moment, it looks like she might ask me another question, but instead she dips down and takes my cock into her mouth.
Last night was a frenzy, a need to get closer to her, to have nothing between us, to escape the horrible thoughts in my head and finally—finally—get my fill of this wicked little witch.
This is different.
With the warm morning light filtering through the narrow windows, there are no shadows to hide within. There’s just this woman, her green eyes seeing too much, as she dismantles me with her clever lips and tongue and, yes, teeth. She doesn’t go directly to suck me down. She … plays. Evelyn flicks her tongue against the underside of my cock and then presses open-mouth kisses along my length.
For my part, I am seconds away from losing it. I’m always seconds away from losing it with this woman. My body is strung tight with tension, and evil woman that she is, she laughs a little as she cups my balls and makes me jolt. “Relax.”
“If I relax, this will be over too soon.”
“Mmm.” She works her way back to the head of my cock. “We have all day, Bowen. Come in my mouth, eat my pussy, then we’ll relax in the bath for a bit, and when we’re both recovered, you can bend me over the edge of the bed and fuck me from behind.”
I grab fistfuls of the sheets and glare down at her. It feels half-hearted at best. “You’re not a witch, you’re a succubus.”
“Maybe.” She drags her lips over my slit. “But last night wasn’t enough. If I only get a day or two with you like this, I don’t want to waste a moment of it.”
There it is, that desperation that’s twin to the feeling boiling inside me. I’m not fool enough to think that having sex a few times would allow me to drink my fill of Evelyn. I knew it when I kissed her a few days ago, and last night only drove that truth deeper.
There’s no space for self-preservation here, though. We’ve crossed that bridge and lit it on fire behind us. There is only the pain of losing her, and it will come whether we bolster the time between with pleasure or not.
With that in mind, I force myself to relax. “Very well. Do your worst, witch.”
“Oh, Captain, I plan on it.”
CHAPTER 20
Evelyn
I SHOULD HAVE CAPPED THIS THING WITH BOWEN AT ONE night. One night can bruise a person, but it shouldn’t rock their foundations down to their very core. It shouldn’t have them questioning their very reasonable plan to escape a realm they were never meant to wander into. I wasn’t built for cities, but that doesn’t mean I was built for Threshold.
I don’t have to think about any of that now, though. Not with this complicated, lovely man spread out at my mercy. Bowen is … stunning. He would argue with me if I said as much, but it’s the truth. He has the kind of body meant for work, carved muscles and solid stomach. And his scars. Gods, I’m not one to swoon at signs of violence, but he should be dead a dozen times over if the map of his body is anything to go by.
I suck his cock down as best I can, drinking in his sharp little inhales and the way his thighs flex every time I lick the head of him. For someone so stoic, he holds nothing back from me. It makes me feel powerful and melty. I want to see what else I can do to provoke even more of a response.
I’ve never been so aware of the time ticking down. We have so little of it. That should be a good thing. This was never going to be permanent. And yet it feels like grains of something priceless slipping right through my hands.
