I closed the distance between us and tugged him to me by his hips.
“Your reaction was worth every moment of its design and creation, treasure.”
He pushed against me, fondling my nape and making that tranquil sigh escape me. “I do adore it when you make those little sounds for me.”
I linked my arms around his neck as what he was saying, and the look in his eyes shifting, had me realizing something that had escaped me earlier. “You brought me up here for more than just a tour. It was a… sexual proposition?”
“It was. If you wish for it. Otherwise, we could make dinner together. I designed the kitchen to your liking, based on how you move around a kitchen and approach preparing food in a very adorably specific way.”
I pushed Ambrose’s hood down, revealing his wavy white hair.
Then I fisted my hands in his robe and tugged him toward the bed.
“I wish to get lost in you, my gorgeous.”
“Mmm. Wish about to be granted, treasure.”
His eyes hooded.
And then he was on me, knocking me onto the bed, our mouths clashing with unbridled passion unleashed.
I awoketo the wonderful sensation of my gorgeous stroking my bare back.
I smiled to myself as I felt his leg flung over my thigh, his other hand cradling my head.
All over me essentially.
Just the way I adored and delighted in waking up to with him.
Although… as I became more cognizant, I noticed something was actually different.
His pulse was pounding.
He was… distressed?
I turned suddenly in his arms to face him, accidentally employing my supernatural speed in my worry.
A startled curse escaped him. “Damnation, you scared me. I didn’t know you were already awake. After last night and our—”
“Six times.”
His lips pulled into an amused smile. “Yes. That. After that, I thought you’d need to sleep in today.”
My physical… capabilities outclassed everyone and everything, and my body didn’t technically need sleep, at least not in the way other beings did. But my mind did. He was referring to the emotional and mental intensity of what last night had been for me. And, yes, I had become a little obsessive and territorial with him during the fifth and sixth times, to the point where I’d lost control in several different ways because it had all consumed me so completely.
“I promise I am well.”
He looked me over, studying me for a few moments. Especially my eyes. I knew he was seeing the clarity there, that haze from the latter half of last night gone now.
“Yes, you are.”
As he traced the fissures all over my skin, I did the same to the black veins all over his chest. It was lean yet incredibly defined—so strong and sturdy. Reassuring for me. I needed him to be… durable. It made it feel safe, made us feel safe. And permanent. And obviously his power set being able to match mine in its own special way helped with that.
He had to be permanent.
He had to stay forever.
And that had seemed as close to a certainty as anything ever could be in this life.
