And that was what he was trying to prove to her.
A disappointed sigh left him. He was going to start up again. She couldn’t—just couldn’t?—
It was only one word that left her. One, choked, desperate word—she couldn’t even quite understand what she was trying to say with it. She could only hope that he knew.
“Raziel—”
Nadi whispered his name.
It was a broken, agonized word.
And it was the most amazing sound he had ever heard.
Gently, Raziel lifted her from the altar, and scooped her up in his arms. She looked startled. Good. That was what he wanted.
He wantedherto fuckhim.
He could ravage her like a beast. But this was about what she wanted. About her surrender. About her admissions. He’d have his way with her plenty of nights to come. He sat her atop the altar before joining her, shifting her until she straddled his lap, facing him.
She sat there, watching him with uncertain eyes that were as dark as the night sky and yet flickering with every shade of color.
Slipping a hand into her hair at the base of her neck, he kissed her. Kissed therealher. Nadi. His little fae assassin. Who had infiltrated his home and crept into his bed.
Who could have killed him. A dozen times over.
And perhaps had done something far worse and far more cruel to him in the end.
A low purr began in his chest, and he felt her shudder. “You do love that sound.”
Her gaze was suddenly hazy. “It’s—it’s cheating…”
He furrowed his brow. He forced it to stop. The dazed expression fled almost as quickly as it came. He’d never seen anyone react to the sound like that before.Fascinating…
Something to experiment with another time. He had other plans for her tonight.
He returned to devouring her lips with his. She tasted like the Wild—like the tang of plants and growth. But he found he…didn’t hate it. Far from it. He found himself chasing more of it.
Grasping one of her breasts in his hand, he toyed with the dark nipple there, already pert and hard from her arousal. It was too tempting not to pinch it between his fingers, hearing her cry against his lips in protest.
He broke the kiss to watch her features, drinking in her expression as he repeated the action on the other side. She was flushed, her lips swollen and parted. Her hands were pressed against his chest, not quite grasping, not quite pushing him away.
He lay back on the altar, like he was some kind of sacrifice. How many times had he watched someone be sliced open on the stone, bled out like a lamb in the name of Lilivra? Now, his beautiful fae would ride him to oblivion on the same surface.It was perfect.
He reached between them and undid his fly, lowering his pants to finally,finallyfree himself from his trousers with a grunt of relief.
Nadi needed no instructions as to what to do. She sat up on her knees, one hand grasping his length, the other pressed against his chest.
What a perfect view. Reaching behind her, he wrapped a hand around the makeshift leash that still dangled from her neck with the other.
Her eyes slipped shut as he pulled on the leather, arching her back and tightening the loop just enough to apply pressure, but not enough to restrict her air. She’d need all that she could get.
“No. Look at me.”
Those dark orbs met his.
He smirked. “Good little fae.” He rested his head back against the stone surface. “Begin.”
Nadi couldn’t help but whimper as she bore down on him.
