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He could have wept for that small favor.

But he needed to take control of this situation or it would be over before he could bring her to any kind of satisfaction. Forget about himself. He was already on a runaway train to paradise.

Rolling over, he managed to get Regina on her back and he was atop her. She was still angry, throwing off sparks, even as she panted heavily with arousal.

“I have missed you so,” he said, kneading her breasts and rolling the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Bullsh—”

He stopped her rude word with a kiss. For a moment he lay on her heavily so she couldn’t move and shove him off. And he just kissed and kissed her, slanting his mouth this way and that to get the right fit, then plunging his tongue deeply inside, then out. He couldn’t get enough of her sweet mouth.

“Your smell,” he murmured, sniffing her hair.

“Your taste,” he murmured, kissing her again, and again.

“Your feel,” he murmured as his palms swept over her body, her shoulders, her arms, the back of her thighs.

“You look like a goddess,” he murmured, staring down at her. “My goddess.”

She blinked up at him, her eyes dilated with passion. Her kiss-swollen lips parted with longing. Her nostrils flaring to catch a breath.

“Words,” she argued. “Just words.”

“More than words,” he argued back, but instead showed her. With long, hungry kisses. With fingers that parted her woman folds and delved in the warm honey there. With his engorged penis which sought entry and then filled her.

He was the one who gasped for breath now as her body welcomed him with muscular spasms. He loved her then with strokes deep and then shallow, slow and then fast. The whole time, they were enveloped in a cocoon of cinnamon rain. Sweet and erotic. Spicy and erotic. Fresh and erotic. Erotic, erotic, erotic.

At one point when the mattress was creaking under them, he heard Thor screech out a protest from under the bed, where he was still lodged.

“Shut up, cat,” Zeb said.

When he was fast approaching his climax, he looked down at her and said, “You gave me your blood back at the island. You took my blood at the cave. In many ways we share the same blood, blended. We are one.”

She was beyond words at that point, but he saw tears well in her eyes. To emphasize his point he sank his fangs into her neck, and she sank hers into his shoulder.

When they reached the peak of impossibly intense pleasure, they shattered together in a climax so powerful it caused them both to shut down for a moment. In deep sleep, in each other’s arms.

As the first peaceful sleep he’d had in weeks overcame him, he promised himself that he would make things right with Regina when they awakened. He would make her understand.

Even if he didn’t understand himself.

Chapter 20

Eeenie, meenie, miney, moe . . . How to choose, How to choose? . . .

Regina returned to the castle two days later, after slipping out of the tower room while Zeb still slept. She’d been embarrassed beyond belief that she could behave in such a wanton manner when she’d come to confront the man about his deceptions.

No one knew where she was or had been, and that’s the way she wanted it. Depending on how things went today with Michael, she would be returning to that secret place again.

Making sure she arrived just before the Final Reckoning was to take place, Regina stepped into the front parlor where close to fifty other vangels, including all of the VIK, were already crammed, spilling out into the hall and entryway, waiting for Michael. She scanned the crowd and didn’t see Zeb until he stepped up beside her.

“Where have you been hiding, Regina?” he asked, clearly angry.

“That’s none of your business.”

“After what happened two days ago?”

She blushed. “That was a mistake.”