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“Do you still believe yourself unworthy?”
“Sometimes. But I’m a better man when I’m with you. A better demon, anyway.”
“My demon.”
He’s so tall, I have to stand on my toes to hook my arms over his shoulders. I curl my fingers behind his neck and press the length of my body against his. The leather of his armor cools my naked skin. He clenches his jaw, his eyes sharpening.
“Am I hurting you?” I ask.
“It hurts to breathe.”
“Kiss me, Rook.”
“The kiss of an incubus?”
“Please.”
His mouth descends upon mine, his fangs grazing my lower lip. I shudder at the thrill of sensation. His hand travels down my spine, his blunt claws tracing every backbone, until he strokes the curve of my ass.
It’s not a devouring kiss, not yet, but it unlocks all the desire caged within me. Everything I had forgotten without him.
I arch against him, unable to resist rocking my hips. When he grunts, the deep, masculine sound makes me shiver. My nipples tighten, aching for his touch, trapped against his armor. His cock hardens beneath those damn leather trousers.
Clinging to him, I murmur a demand, “Devour me.”
He kisses me again. While he drinks my desire, I bask in the glow of pleasure. I’m left giddy and light-headed.
His mouth abandons mine. His silvery skin glimmers with rain, luminous with the lust he has consumed, and his eyes burn with rekindled fire. Rose petals fall around us and drift to the ground, their crimson even more vibrant than before.
“Are you still in heat?” He runs his tongue over his fangs. “I can taste it.”
Relief rushes over me like a waterfall. “You’re right. I didn’t need to be claimed. Didn’t need to be bitten. None of that brought me out of heat.”
“Never mind what you need. What do you desire?”
My breath hangs weightless inside me. “You. I want…you.”
“You want me to fuck you?” His voice roughens, though his mouth looks soft and unguarded. “Or is this more than fucking?”
I lock gazes with him. “You tell me.”
“I won’t lie and say I don’t want to fuck you. But I also want to stay with you.” His arms tighten around me. “As your mate.”
My heartbeat crashes to a halt before hammering back. “You don’t have to say that.”
“I mean it.”
“We can be together without being mates. I was so desperate to be claimed.”
“Is it desperate to promise you my heart?” His eyes glitter. “I love you, Pyrah.”
His confession takes my breath away. “I find it impossible to refuse you, or to stop myself from falling for you.”
He kisses me again, long and slow and sweet, a kiss that melts me against him. I rely upon the strength of his arms to keep me standing.
He stops only to ask, “Will you claim me as your mate?”
“No man has ever asked me that before.”
