It took me a solid minute to peel my gaze off his cock and look back at his face. "What?"
"Are we sleeping on the couch, or in the bed?" he repeated.
Oh.
Right.
"I didn't think you were serious about that," I said instead.
"Bed it is." He grabbed me by the waist and tossed me over his shoulder again, somehow managing to prevent me from feeling any discomfort from the touch at all.
"Seriously?" I asked him, as he carried me back to the bedroom.
"Seriously."
"I don't share my bed, Darke."
"You do now." He set me down on the edge of the mattress and tugged the wrinkled duvet aside long enough to tuck my legs beneath it.
I gave him a deadpanned look as he pulled the blanket up to my chin. "Don'ttouch me."
"How are you going to stop me? You can't kill me with your magic."
What I was doing clearly wasn’t working, so I changed gears. "I don't think forcing me to share a bed with you is a great way to seduce me into staying here."
His green eyes gleamed as he grinned at me, without humor in his eyes. "Love, you hid what we are to each other for a hundred years. Seducing you is clearly a ship that has sailed, which is why you're myprisoner. You may not want me, but we will figure out a way to coexist. If I have to tie you to this bed every day for thenext hundred years, I will. Imagine how much fun it'll make your dreams."
My face flushed."Don't even think about it."
"Sleep in the bed, and I won't have to."
He waltzed around the mattress.
The man was flawless.
Fucking flawless.
I was still horny, and I still wanted him.
How the hell was I going to survive one of the dreams we shared, while we were in bed together?
"If I have to sleep here, I'm putting a pillow wall between us," I said.
"Go ahead. You'll move them when I'm in your dreams."
I wouldn't. I hadn't moved in my sleep since I was a kid. The friction of it overwhelmed me and woke me up if I did.
I placed one of the king-sized pillows on the bed between us. After I lowered myself slowly to my back on the bed, I stared up at the ceiling. His fan was moving faster than mine did. It should've been triggering my magic, but it wasn't.
I hated to admit it, but I might already be addicted to his shadows. They barely cushioned my magic, but it was enough to make a difference.
Maybe he'd let me take them when I left, if I made some kind of deal with him
I could dream, at least.
"Don't tie me to the bed," I said.
"Don't make me tie you to the bed."
