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The gentleness in his voice broke my heart to pieces. “Everyone is worth saving, Anaria, if there is a way.”
“I think so, too.” I stepped between his spread legs, leaning in to reach the still-bleeding gash before inspecting his bruised ribs, my fingers pressing along his side. “So don’t ask me to give up on Ember.”
“I’m not…” He shook his head, anguish on his face when he answered. “I’m trying tosaveyou, Anaria. Reapersconsume souls. I don’t want you to give up hope, but…”
That stark, desperate fear in his voice…gods, I didn’t know what to do with all of these…feelingsright now.
I cleaned the dirt off his neck, his Adams apple bobbing as I drew the wet cloth slowly down his throat, over his muscled chest. His rich, dense scent grew stronger. “If anything happened to you, Anaria, I would never forgive myself.”
Raziel was a good male, with a good heart. “There are things I can keep you safe from.” He swallowed hard, staring into my eyes, deep enough I saw the dread in his gaze.
“But this…I cannot protect you from this.”
“What about my magic?” I was falling for this male, falling so fast I couldn’t stop myself.
Raziel was too good for me. He deserved better, but he was all I thought of, all I wanted, and in a space of days, he’d become a delicious constant in my life.
My entire body flushed. I didn’twantto stop. I left my eyes to his and lost my breath at what I saw there. Pure, male need.
“Magic can’t give someone back their soul, Anaria.” He caught my wrist in his hand, held me there, prisoner of his gaze, his grip,of him. “Do you know what I’ve been thinking about all day?”
“No.”Yes.I couldn’t look away, hyper aware of the sweat pooled in the hollow at the bottom of his throat, dripping down the divot between his pecs.
“You.” He caught my other wrist and pulled me up against him. “Your taste.” He licked up my neck, alternating between soft nibbles and the nip of teeth. “Your smell.” He buried his face into my hair and took a deep breath, holding me firmly in place. “One fucking taste of you was not enough.”
Raziel drew back so I saw the hunger in his face. “I want my mouth on you again.I want more.”
“So do I.” The words slipped out a second before he claimed my mouth, his tongue driving in deep, tangling with mine, tracing my teeth, consuming me wholly. When I moaned, he lapped that up, too, as greedily as his devouring kiss.
“You’re hurt, Raz.”
His grin turned ferocious. “Do I seem hurt?” He crushed me against him, everywhere our bodies touched turned to fire.
“Yes?” But I couldn’t get a breath down as his gaze devoured me whole.
“I wanted to taste you…longer last time, Anaria. Tonight…I mean to get my fill.” His mouth crashed down on mine, nothing gentle about this kiss and I sighed as I gave myself over to his claiming.
I wanted to belong to him—more kissing, more touching,more everything. The ache between my legs throbbed, the bulge of his cock pressed against my stomach, his legs closing around my hips, trapping me further.
When we broke apart, I was dazed. He released my wrist and ran his hand down my back, over the curve of my ass, pulling up the heavy skirt. “As much as I like this dress, there are certain drawbacks I’ll have to work around.” His warm breath tickled my ear.
“Don’t rip it.” I breathed as he wrestled with the layers of fabric. “This thing probably cost a fortune.”
“Like I fucking care.” He growled, and I shot him a stern look. “Fine, then turn around and let me work.” He spun me where I stood and deftly unfastened the line of buttons down my back with a practiced ease I didn’t want to think about too hard.
When he had me half out of it, he ran his rough knuckles down my back once, pushed my hair aside and pressed a kiss to the nape of my neck.
I lost my breath altogether when his warm lips followed the path his knuckles took a few seconds before, every bit as slowly, my knees going weak. This was sublime, every nerve in my body prickling in anticipation, my magic humming, my heart pounding as he went lower and lower.
I didn’t even notice he’d undone the rest of the buttons, not until the dress fell at my feet, leaving me in a thin white sheath, the iron bands, my slippers, and nothing else. I closed my eyes and leaned back against his hard chest, feeling his arms go around me, fingers tracing my ribs, the sensitive underside of my breast before his thumb brushed my nipple.
“Oh, my gods.” I jumped, the sensation jolting to my core like a bolt of lightning.
“There are so many things I want to do to you.” Raziel spun me again, and his mouth closed over my nipple, his tongue flicking across the hardened nub through the sheer fabric, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
“These are so fucking beautiful.” He switched to my other breast, and I lost my breath completely when his tongue swirled around the point. “Do you have any idea how good I can make you feel, with just my fingers and my mouth?” He looked up at me, wickedness burning in his gaze. “And my tongue?” I was panting. How could a few simple touches—a few words—make me feel…all of this?
Like I was about to fall apart and fly away, at the same time?
