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He moved his hips, pushing his cock inside me at an agonizingly slow pace. “How easy it is for me to slip in and out of you. You’re dripping down me, baby.”

His mouth, that fucking mouth.

I clenched around him as he withdrew once more before sheathing himself inside me at the same torturously slow pace.

“So tight.”

“Please,” I moaned, tossing my head back against his shoulder. “Please make me come, baby. Samkiel, please.”

Samkiel pushed me down on my stomach and thrust into me from behind, full, deep, and hard. The sound he let out was damn near primal, and something in me answered. He leaned over me, bracing his hands on either side of my head. I gripped his wrists for support, the bracelet he wore cold against my fingers.

The heat of his now familiar power moved under me, pinching at my nipples before moving lower. One sweep over my already aching clit, and I came undone. My body shook as my orgasm shot through me. My nails dug into his wrist as I came, my body feeling as if it would fly apart. That was okay. I knew he would put me back together.

His thrusts slowed, and then he slammed as deep as he could. He came, saying my name over and over as he emptied himself inside me. He lowered his head, pressing a kiss to the bruise and bite mark at the curve of my neck. His hands slipped beneath me, and he held me tight, his weight pressing me further into the bed. I’d never felt so needed, so cared for, so protected.

“Mm-hmm, wake me up like this every morning,” he murmured against my neck.

I sighed and held tightly to his arms.

Silence fell, and a thought ripped through me, all my fears creeping back.

“Promise you’ll come back to me.” I didn’t try to hide the pitch of insecurity in my voice. Not now, not after everything.

He shifted, holding me a fraction tighter, his head resting on my back.

“As if you could ever be rid of me.”

“I’m serious.”

“Dianna,” he said, trailing kisses along my spine. He brushed my hair away from my face and gently turned me over. I trembled against him. “There is no force in this world or the next strong enough to keep me from you. Do you understand?”

His words soothed the dark, broken ache of the dream.

“Okay.” I nodded once, my nose brushing his. “But if you don’t come back, I’ll have to destroy the world or do something drastic, and who is going to clean up that mess?”

He laughed before kissing me softly, his thumb caressing my face. “And you say you are not sweet.”

“I’m not, but...” I didn’t say it, didn’t say what I wanted to, just letting the words trail off as I changed the subject. “Okay, shower, eat, and then you leave to visit your mystical ex.”

He groaned and sat up, pulling me with him. I squealed as he tossed me over his shoulder and strode to the bathroom. “So jealous.”

We showered, and I watched as he dressed. He placed a kiss on my lips, then my forehead, and I smiled one last time as he left for the Higher One. He shot away with a flash of bright light, and my stomach twisted. After that dream, I really wished I could have gone with him, but maybe I was just crazy. I’d lost Gabby. It was normal to fear losing him, yet some instinct insisted that it wasn’t just a dream but an omen.

And a lock on a door in a house rattled.

Eighty-Two

Logan

I brushed my teeth before spitting into the sink.

“I love the place you picked,” Nev called from the bedroom.

I turned the water on, rinsing the sink before wiping my mouth on the nearby cloth. “I thought it was a nice change from rolling mountains. What better place than close to the beach?”

Nev smiled at me as she tied her hair up. “We can go swimming when we aren’t hunting a psychopath.”

“You read my mind every time, baby.” I leaned over and kissed her.

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