As the fireworks fade, my body goes limp. Rhyland, ever the gentleman (when he's not being a kinky bastard), releases my wrists and massages feeling back into my arms. I collapse against him, panting like I've run a marathon.
He scoops me up, and suddenly, I hear running water. Next thing I know, I'm being lowered into a warm bath that smells like a lavender field. Rhyland slides in behind me, his body a solid wall of muscle against my back.
"Rest, Angel. I got you," he murmurs.
I manage a weak thumbs up. "Mmmkay. Just... give me a sec to remember how to brain."
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Igather Dani's hair, twisting it into a messy bun atop her head. She's sprawled across my chest, her perfect tits on full display, golden globes rising out of the water with stiff, tempting peaks. Fuck, even after everything we've done, I still want her.
My hands glide over her soft skin, washing away the evidence of our wild fuck. I'm thorough, ensuring every inch of her is clean and soothed.
"Mmm... that feels good," she whispers, her voice heavy with exhaustion.
The warm water laps at our bodies as I check my angel over. She's drifting in and out, exhausted from our intense fucking. I need to make sure I didn't hurt her too badly—I fucking lost it after her little stunt, took her harder than I meant to. My possessive side got the best of me, and now I need to make sure she's okay.
"Rest, baby, "I murmur, my hands kneading the tension from her muscles. "I've got you."
I carry Dani's limp form back to the bed, her body a warm weight against my chest. She's completely out, her mind and body overwhelmed by the potent mix of my blood, my venom, and the hours of relentless teasing I put her through.
She's a vision like this, all soft curves and smooth skin. I gently pull the hair tie out of her hair and tuck her under the covers, my fingers lingering on her flushed cheeks.
Goddamn, the balls on this woman. I'm still reeling from the shit she pulled tonight—fucking drugging me—tying me up to get her revenge. She had the nerve to tell me it was some new concoction she and Sable cooked up in their little science lab. A "secret weapon" for dealing with vampires, she said.
I hate to admit it, but she's not wrong. It's a clever move, even if I was on the receiving end this time. I can't help but smirk, a mix of pride and irritation. My littlevixen, dishing out her own brand of chaos and not giving a single fuck about the consequences.
It hits me—she and I are two sides of the same coin. Both are stubborn as hell, and both are willing to go to extremes to get what we want. It's fucking infuriating and intoxicating all at once.
We are alike in so many ways.
The thought echoes in my mind, and I'm not sure if it thrills me or terrifies me. Maybe both.
But the way she folded and submitted to me only confirmed what I already knew about my naughty little minx. She's a fucking freak in the bedroom, a wanton goddess who craves the darkest, dirtiest pleasures imaginable. And I'm more than happy to oblige, to push her to the very limits of her desire and watch her shatter in my arms.
The memory of her screams, the way her body clenched and shuddered around me as I pounded into her, has my cock stirring back to life. I palm myself, groaning at the pressure. Fuck, I could go another round right now, bury myself in her sweet cunt and fuck her until she's hoarse from screaming my name.
Dani is sprawled limbs, akimbo, her hair a wild waterfall on the pillow. She looks like a fallen angel, debauched and ruined, and so fucking beautiful it makes my chest ache with possessiveness.
I slide in beside her, pulling her pliant body against mine. She molds to me instinctively, even in sleep, her skin warm and soft against my own. I bury my face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her, of us, letting it wash over me.
As I drift off, my mind replays the events of the night in vivid detail—the sights, the sounds, the sensations. It's a symphony of sin, a perverted lullaby that carries me off to sleep with my woman safe in my arms where she belongs.
My eyes snap open, heart racing as the nightmare fades. The crescent moon's still hanging in the dark sky—couldn't have been out more than an hour before that fucked-up memory clawed its way back. Tonight's little game stirred up shit I've spent centuries trying to bury, memories ofher—that sadistic bitch whomade me.
But she's gone. I made sure of it.
I turn, desperately seeking the warmth beside me, needing an anchor to the present.
Dani.
My angel, my salvation. She's all that matters now.
Her leg is draped over my waist, her head and arm resting on my chest, and her breath soft and even against my skin. I run my hand up her thigh, relishing the feel of her flawless skin and how she makes me ache with just a single touch.
I bury my face in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent—that unique mix of spice, honey, and desire that's all hers.
