He had slept. Uninterrupted. Without the death vision. Without any vision at all, not even a distant, fragmented dream.
It was the first time in years he’d slept deeply. And he felt fucking fantastic. Energized.Awake.No wonder everyone was so obsessed with sleeping. He was already looking forward to trying again, if this would be the result.
Just need to have more sex first. Lots of sex.
He nodded eagerly, for once fully in agreement with himself.
He threw open his bedroom doors and strode into the hall, only to realize he’d forgotten shoes. He spun back around witha curse and grabbed his boots, stuffing his feet in as he half walked, half jumped on one leg toward the library.
Once there, he stoked the fire in the hearth and lit the lanterns, though the room was already much brighter since Suyin had cleaned the window.
She was evidently still asleep. He wondered when she’d left last night. A part of him wished she had fallen asleep with him so he could have woken up and gotten a mouthful of that enticing scent before he went about his day.
Standing over his desk, he arranged his sketches and lists in preparation to cast the spell. Except he couldn’t motivate himself to focus. He was far too distracted by other things. He planted his palms on the desk, trying to force his mind to work.
“What’s the first order of business today, boss?”
His head snapped up.
She was beside him, having snuck in while he was lost in his thoughts. She had a wicked little smirk on her face.
He narrowed his eyes.Forget focus.It would be an affront to let such a challenge go unmet.
Here we go, Suyin thought, two seconds before Murmur grabbed her.
In a flash, he pulled her against him and then pressed her back against the desk, planting his palms on either side of her and leaning in.
“Turn around,” he growled.
That’s how he’s gonna play it, huh?It was first thing in the morning. She’d barely eaten breakfast.
She didn’t let her partners boss her around when it came to sex. She wasn’t submissive, and she wasn’t normally attracted to dominant partners either. If anything,shewas usually the dominant one.
It wasn’t that she had a need to be in control. It was just that everyone else was incompetent. And that wasn’t just in bed. Every time she delegated a task, she was unsatisfied with the results. Whenever she could, she preferred to work alone.
It was worse when it came to sex. She always ended up issuing command after command because her partners inevitably proved incapable of giving her what she needed. She’d give so many instructions, it’d feel like an incredibly specific sex-ed class instead of a mutual exchange of pleasure.
So she took control. She dominated because it was easier to take matters into her own hands than to sit back and watch someone fumble around and embarrass themselves until she lost all attraction to them.
Harsh, but true.
But here was this seven-foot-tall demon glaring down at her, telling her to turn around—probably so he could bend her over his desk and fuck her stupid. He didn’t stutter. He didn’t have that look of hesitation in his eyes that told her she could steamroll him if she just uttered a few well-placed criticisms. In fact, he looked like hewantedher to defy him so he could make her pay for it.
“Now,” he said in a low voice. His tail swung lazily behind him. One claw pointed at the desk in question, its surface covered in papers covered in his messy madman scrawl.
She needed this experience. She needed to know what it felt like to submit to someone who could actually match her will.
So she turned around.
Immediately, he pressed into her from behind, and she felt his hardness against her lower back. Her stomach clenched in anticipation. Distantly, she felt the sensation of his churning souls against her lower legs, but it didn’t bother her. If anything, it increased her excitement.
He hooked a claw into the waistband of her leggings and snapped it lightly against her back.
“Take these off.”
She caught her pants and underwear together and shoved them down to her knees. The cool air of the library mixed with Murmur’s heat against her bare ass made her pulse race. He began to push up her hoodie, his big hands sliding up her sides, sending shivers over her skin. She pulled it the rest of the way off, tossing it away.
He stooped, sliding a hand into her hair to draw her head to one side so he could drag his teeth up her throat. His other hand reached around to cup her breast. She was enveloped by him, and this time, she was the naked one while he was fully clothed.
