Yes. Moons,yes,that was what she wanted. She drove her body down on him faster, deeper, harder.
“Once you trust me, I have so many toys I want to show you…so many ways to make you sing my name in pleasure and agony…” His breath was beginning to hitch. “And perhaps, once all this is over, I will let you do the same to me…”
“I—ah!”Her words broke off as he bent his knees behind her, changing the angle abruptly. He had used the leverage to suddenly retake control, lifting his hips up into with a downward stroke.
He pulled the strap tighter, but didn’t cut off her air. It was just about the pressure that arched her back. She rolled her hips against him as he met her strokes with his upward thrusts, violent, harsh, and desperate. Far more forceful than what she could muster on her own.
“Yes—fuck—yes—” Words were spilling from her lips without her even realizing it. Both her hands were on his chest, needing them for support. “Raziel, please—I?—”
“Tell me you need me, little fae…say it’smeyou want…”
He already knew the truth. He’d seen it plain as day, even before she was willing to admit it to herself. Tears stung her eyes, but there wasn’t any point in denying it. “Yes, Raziel, please—I need you?—”
And damn her soul to oblivion.
She did.
But in this moment, damnation could wait.
“That’s my sweet fae…” Raziel growled, keeping up the same violent tempo. “Let go. Let it all go. I’m here.”
Her body shattered. Release hit her like an ocean wave and dragged her under. She might have cried out his name. But he was kissing her again, his tongue tangled with hers.
She felt him spasm deep inside her. He buried his head into her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her, clutching her tight. He pulled her down onto him as hard as he could, as faras he would go, as he filled her and muffled the roar of his own ecstasy into her.
They were both shuddering when he finally lay back and brought her with him, her head resting on his chest.
She didn’t know what to think. Or what to say.
“Nadi…I believe you’ll get your wish.” Raziel paused as he caught his breath. “Because one way or another? You will be the death of me…”
THREE
“How’s this?”
“Mm… less green.”
“Better?”
A chuckle. “No. It was closer before.”
Nadi sighed. She was used to doing this with a mirror. Attempting to fashion herself a vampiric version of Monica with only Raziel for feedback was proving to be more difficult than she’d imagined.
But it at least gave her something to focus on. Something to think about that wasn’t what they had just done. And what Raziel had just forced out of her.
It hung in the air between them. She knew they needed totalkabout it. It was going to fester in her chest if they didn’t. Whatever was going on between them, whatever he’d just wrenched out from the dark corners of her, couldn’t go back into the hole she’d been storing it in.
All that would have to come later, though. It would wait until they were back aboard the yacht. If they stayed in the estate much longer, Ivan would get concerned, and he’d blunder into the abandoned building looking for them. And that was thelastthing they needed.
So—pragmatism.At least shifting into Monica also gave her the appearance of false clothing, seeing as Raziel had ruined her real ones.
Cracking her neck to the side, she shifted her skin tone again. She could base herself off Raziel’s well enough, but he’d pointed out she couldn’t be a one-to-one match. Monica had been far more tanned than him. She would look unnaturally “dead,” even for a vampire.
And so began the trial-and-error game in which they were currently engaged.
It also didn’t help the fact that he clearly found thisextremelyamusing. “What’s so funny?” She glared up at him.
“Nothing. I’m merely fascinated. I’m smiling because you’re becoming flustered, which I find adorable.” He tilted his head to the side slightly. “What’s the problem?”
