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“Love you?” I lined up the head of my cock to her wet heat. “No, Sloane. What I have for you has no comparison to love.”

Her mouth slackened as I eased her down my shaft.

“I was created, fought, survived, and yearned just so that I could be yours.”

I thrust into her. Her head lolled against the wall, and my mouth sucked at the beads of water at her throat.

“Seere!” she cried out. “Oh fuck.”

“Do you love me, Sloane?”

“Please.”

The wet slap of her ass on the tile drowned out her answer.

“Do you love me, little flame?”

“Yes!”

She pulled my face up to hers, kissing me deeply, relentlessly as I rutted inside of her.

“I love you,” she mewled. “Fuck, I love you. I love you.”

My balls tightened. The mounting release curled in my core, and her name rattled in my chest as my cum covered her pulsating inner walls. Her pussy tightened around me, and her scream of pleasure bounced around the bathroom.

I pumped inside of her once. Twice. Until she dripped with my essence.

Her muscles weakened around my neck and waist. Instead of helping her stand, I scooped her into my chest. Reaching over to the tap, I shut it off and walked us out to her bedroom. There was no need for a towel. I wasn’t done fucking what was finally and admittedly mine.

Sloane gazed up at me through hooded eyes. “You’re mine?”

“I’m yours.”

Forever.

Chapter 15

Sloane

Seere sat at the foot of my bed, watching me get dressed for work. We hadn’t slept. I didn’t know if sleep deprivation for a demon was really a concern, but I was beyond tired. He hadn’t relented. Hour after hour, we fucked, sucked, and came more times than I could remember.

The shower I’d taken when my alarm went off washed away the fluids we’d exchanged, but it did nothing to wake me up. I wanted more than anything to sleep. But since I knew it would arouse suspicion if I didn’t go to work the day that Ben was realized to be missing, I dressed to kill.

I wore my favorite turtleneck dress and spent extra time covering the bruises, hickeys, and bite marks left from the night before.

When I put the final touches of perfume on my wrists, Seere wrapped his arms around my chest, enveloping me in musk, sex, and lust.

“Let’s go to Napoli,” he said with a kiss to my jaw.

“I have to work.”

“Tonight, then.” His arms banded my ass to his hips, making his thick erection known.

I spun around in his arms to wrap mine around his neck. The freedom to show him affection was becoming less of an internal struggle. Fighting off these feelings for so long while he chased me had only made it harder to demolish the walls I’d built after Ben had dumped me.

I looked into Seere’s eyes and knew he was waiting to see if I would push him away again. “I want to go to Morocco.”

The hard lines of his face eased into a wicked smile that turned my insides to jelly. “I will fuck you in any city you want.”