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This can’t be the last time.
That final thought pounded through her skull with a relentless insistence, even as he slicked himself farther against her heat but never moved to claim what they were both breathless for.
If she was ever to take charge of anything in her life, let it be this, with this man, at this moment. If she didn’t, the regret would not only wear her down but eat her alive for as long as he lived in her memory.
So, like any expert Boss Lady, she took charge and surged her hips forward, welcoming the entire length of him into her body.
Brass threw his head back and roared to the ceiling. Every glorious tendon was on display as his body strung tight through the adjustment of their joining. The fullness was as exquisite as it was tormenting. She fought against shutting her eyes, against lashing her head back and forth or burying her head in the crook of his heavily muscled shoulder. She needed to see this, to see all of him.
She needed to witness him falling apart just as much as she was about to.
“Fucking mages, Molly. You’re so damn tight.” The growled pleas traveled across the sensitive skin of her breasts where he breathed the words against her, bathing her in his exultation.
Look at me. Please look at me.
He hadn’t yet opened his eyes. Did he not want to acknowledge this in some way? Was it better to live it through his mind than acknowledge the woman beneath him who he’d eventually no longer recognize?
“Don’t preserve this, Brass. Just let go. I need you to let go and live.”
The veins at his temples fluttered under her command, and then he reared up and opened his eyes.
Molly smiled widely at her reflection in the dancing ochre flames of his gaze.
There you are. I missed you.
And then he pulled his hips back and slammed into her core. Again. And again. The sweet seduction from earlier had been replaced with good, old-fashioned fucking. It was the kind of lovemaking that scored marks on not only skin but souls.
And Molly was so there for it.
Her heels dug into his ass as she urged him on and bucked her hips in time to his penetrating rhythm. He poured everything into the act, every unspoken word, every missed opportunity, every mistake, every regret.
They all filled her to an impossible fullness, reaching parts of her that had always bore a hollowness.
Until him.
Her orgasm curled up her spine before she was ready for it. The mounting pleasure arched her hips, causing her to buck more tightly against him. His hands were under the curve of her back instantly, supporting her through a climax so brilliant, so scorching, it could white out the sky and extinguish entire galaxies. Through it all, Brass never let up. His hips pistoned faster, deeper, harder, until his final release racked his powerful muscles with a shudder that caused the glass coffee table beside them to tremble.
When Molly slowly opened her eyes, content to luxuriate in the newfound heat of what they’d created and perhaps lean into a good cuddle session or two, what she saw froze her blood where it flowed.
Brass, his face twisted in agony, was completely engulfed in flames.
Chapter 25
It came to him in bolts of brittle awareness. One second, Brass had been sheathed by the most exquisite heat he’d ever had the good fortune to burn under, and the next, every cell of his body was lit to literal flame.
A deafening roar tunneled through his throat and erupted out of him with a bludgeoning force. His body jerked against a rush of power that punched through his core and radiated along every nerve ending with a fire no mortal heat could match.
Brass gritted his teeth against the onslaught and braced against waves of a familiar energy that, with each crest, crashed into him with a commanding strength that teased at ripples of memories long lost. Muscles flexed anew, blood ran hotter, and an intimate fire flared to life within him.
He’d known this fire. His soul bore the imprints of its former glory and freedom. They were celestial flames he hadn’t been able to fully command since before he fell from the Empyrean.
Freedom.
My full angel fire!
Brass wrenched his eyes open quickly enough to catch the sight of an electric blue inferno writhing in the reflection of Molly’s terrified gaze.
And then he saw it: the flames. They had engulfed his entire body and gotten to work singeing the leather couch under which Molly was pinned. Not pinned . . . Trapped, while he burned above her. Already, her face had reddened, and her bangs had coiled closer to her forehead.
