Page 164 of In Between Death and the Devil

“Are you hungry?” he asked. It was a deflection, but he’d understood I was serious, so I allowed it.

“Not really.”

“Are you sure? You’ve been asleep for a full day.”

I blinked. “Did you sit with me the whole time”

“Well, Bea sat with you for several hours while I took care of some business.”

I stared at him, my eyes extra wide. “You left my side not knowing if or when I would wake up?”

The panic that swept across his features made me laugh with fiendish delight.

“I’m just teasing.”

His disbelief and indignation radiated through our bond. “You little…” He retaliated by ripping the covers off me, rolling me over, yanking my shirt over my ass, and spanking me.

It only made me laugh harder, wiggling in the hopes of provoking him to do more.

“It’s not a punishment if you enjoy it, Maeve,” he said darkly.

I rolled back over to face him. “But those are the best kind.” I gave him my best innocent eyes, and his stern expression broke into a smile.

“You’re going to be a pain in my ass, aren’t you.”

“Only if you’ll be a pain in mine.”

“Deal.” He kissed me on the nose, pulling me close. “You’re Death now. My partner and equal.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “How does it feel?”

It took me a moment to find the right word. “Like freedom.”

Fen’s smile made our Chord hum to life in my chest, and I pulled him in for a kiss.

I took my time, exploring his mouth, reacquainting myself with the shape and taste of him. It was addictive. The longer I kissed him, the more I wanted.

Devil save me. I would never get enough of this man.

My need reverberated through the bond and he finally, finally, let loose.

Covers were kicked aside. Laces were untied. Clothing yanked over heads and down legs until we were skin to skin. He hovered over me, lacing our fingers together and placing them by my head.

I let my light twine around our wrists and legs, pulling him snug against me. We both moaned as he pressed against my center.

“So demanding,” he said, but shadows twined around my ribbons of light, our powers mingling and caressing. It sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit.

I answered him with a deep kiss, demanding more.

Rolling over, he pulled me on top of him. My ribbons dropped from our wrists, twining around his arms instead, allowing him to grab my hips and grind me back and forth over his hard length until I was wet, panting, and squirming with need. Then he lifted me up and guided me onto him, sliding home in one agonizingly slow thrust.

The fullness of him, with just enough burn to enhance the pleasure, felt amazing.

“I love you, Fen.” I gasped when he was fully seated.

“Say that again.” There was so much love and heat in his eyes I nearly melted into a puddle on top of him.

I leaned down so that my lips hovered over his. “I love you.”

His kiss was sweet and lingering. Until he lifted my hips and brought me down on top of him at the exact angle to hit the perfect spot deep inside me.