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There was so much magic in her touch, her taste, her tempting smiles, and her sonorous laughs. All she had to do was bark an order at him and his fury, his nightmares, would become distant memories.
She was worth so much more than the dregs of his humanity that had managed to leak through the sieve of his torment. Knowing all that, could he accept what she was offering?
Would it make a difference to his damned soul?
Brass reached for her legs and swiftly drew her up his body until she was situated on top of his growing arousal. Primal possession had his fingers curling around her thighs, and the answering light in her eyes instantly read his response.
“I’ve been fighting for myself for so long. Do you have any idea what it feels like to have someone else, someone like you, to fight for?” he asked.
A velvet warmth blossomed beneath her flushed skin. “Show me,” she whispered.
The insistent command on her lips had the weight of a general’s order. Molly wasn’t searching for a way to win the war, only the battle ahead. And the next. And the next. Her single-minded grit was a tactic he’d not considered, and yet everything else in his world no longer bore any consideration.
Except her words. Her mouth. Her fucking scent and magic and magnanimous spirit. He’d claim it all, live as an avenging servant to her muse, and take her spirit into the next world with him.
But for now, he’d claim her, and damn it all, it would have to be enough.
With a speed to rival the stormiest wind, he scooped her beneath him and answered her order with a soul-searing kiss.
Chapter 24
Though it wasn’t always easy to tell based on recent events, Molly loved many things about being a boss, and being her own boss in particular. Using that Boss Lady confidence, the only kind she had nowadays, to assure Brass that she wanted this, wanted him, had been her most powerful move yet.
Until he’d pulled her under him so quickly, her lungs had missed a breath or two. And that was a major problem because her brain desperately needed the oxygen to comprehend everything he’d just revealed. An angel, a demon, a goddess scorned.
A curse. A deadline.
And then there she was, some sort of savior. Well, she wasn’t sure whether that had any truth to it, but his lips on hers definitely went a long way to silence her doubts.
Hell, she needed this. Not only the weight of Brass on her, both cradling her body and crumbling away any final defenses, but to indulge in a delicious distraction where no harm could come to either of them.
Here, they were safe, protected. She within his arms and him within her pounding heart, which threatened to punch through her chest and fling itself at the one person it never managed to effectively ignore.
Based on the limited sample size of men Molly had been with, she was confident enough to assert that none of them held a candle to the strength that surrounded her.
Brass kissed like she suspected he killed. Efficiently, swiftly, thoroughly, brutally. His punishing lips gave her no time to retreat or seek salvation elsewhere. And why the hell would she want to? The skill of his mouth and the appreciative growl that rumbled in his throat made it damn clear he found everything he needed in what she had to offer. The mountain around them could crumble, and she’d have a hard time tearing her mouth away from the passion he commanded.
Their kissing had become a private language between them. Each swipe of his tongue spoke of desperation, while her nibbles along his bottom lip sang a pleasure she couldn’t comprehend.
Molly brought her knee up higher, wrapping it around his powerful hip. Brass leaned impossibly closer, grunting against her mouth and crowding out any remaining doubts with his all-encompassing hardness. The man—angel—had strength for days, and instead of using it to fight whatever was coming for him, he was at her mercy and used that delicious strength for her.
“You keep making moves like that and this will be over before it starts,” he murmured against the curve of her jaw.
“No it won’t,” she assured him in some sex-kitten voice that had never in the history of ever left her mouth before.
What the hell was this man doing to her?
His answering chuckle vibrated against her skin, causing her nipples to pucker beneath her shirt. “Always so bossy.”
“You like it.”
“Mmm.”
Brass extended his arms, holding his massive torso above her, and locked his appreciative gaze onto her hardened nipples. A spark in his eyes hinted at a memory that sent a pool of warm arousal flooding between her thighs.
She knew that look and knew the exact memory he was recalling. Molly tensed beneath him, and with a boldness that surely must have been on borrowed time, she arched her back and offered her breasts to him. A dangerous smile curled his full lips into something sinful.
“Do they hurt?”
