Not that I would have minded.
And when I’m completely naked, he looks over every inch of me, making sure there are no more wounds, kissing his way as he goes.
When he’s satisfied, he picks me up, securing his arm under my knees. He spreads me on top of the chaise and parts my legs, staring at me hungrily.
“My beautiful fucking monster,” he says, his voice raw.
He slides two fingers into me, and I nearly break apart.
“No, not yet,” he whispers. “Let me taste you first.”
He teases me with his tongue, flicking over my clit while his fingers pump inside me. The pressure builds—heat coiling low in my belly, spreading through my limbs. My breath catches. My toes curl. And then I shatter into a thousand pieces.
“I could watch that every day,” he says with a smile.
I’m too spent to move, and when he disappears his silk pants, I cannot believe what I see.
He is beautiful—every inch of him. Muscled and perfectly masculine in all the right ways.
When he slides into me, my lungs catch.
He’s big. Filling me completely. Stretching me in a way that’s almost too much but not quite.
Perfect.
He kisses my nipple. “Take me.” His eyes meet mine. “Take all of me.”
He works slowly, entwining my hand in his. Every thrust is ecstasy, and I find myself starting to climax again.
As pressure builds, he murmurs, “Let go.”
So I do. Power explodes from my body—gold and black, light and shadow—flowing into him, through him, out of his hands. Beneath us, roses burst through stone with a deafeningCRACK. The walls shudder. The floor splits.
And I don’t care. I don’t care about anything but this.
As I shatter apart, Eryx calls my name, and he throws up a wall as the glass above us breaks and crashes to the floor.
He collapses on top of me. Both our chests heave. Sweat slicks our skin.
I look around and gasp. The roses broke the stone walls, they broke the glass and around us, Eryx’s nightmare room has been turned to rubble.
I take one look at him and say, “Nancy’s not going to be happy.”
Eryx looks up and laughs. “No, she won’t be. But we’ll worry about that tomorrow.” Then he kisses me deeply and murmurs against my lips, “Besides, it was worth it.”
I look at the destruction around us. The shattered glass. The roses growing through stone. The broken walls.
We didn't just make love. We remade the room.
And maybe we remade each other, too.
Eryx
“Just look at this mess. What were the two of you doing?” Nancy fumes as she enters the dream room, pushing her vacuum. “Look at all these roses. And the walls are crumbling. You don’t expect me to fix this, do you?”
She stops and folds her arms, glaring at me.
I do the only thing I can—I scratch the back of my neck sheepishly. “It, er, was a spell gone wrong.”
