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This mystery was tearing me apart, the way I swung so wildly from one theory to the next. If I didn’t find balance soon, I’d lose my mind completely. Taking a few days away from her was out of the question. I couldn’t bear it. But I could lock her up until I figured it out.
I snatched her wrist and rose up, holding both hands above her head. She screeched, a look of total devotion in her eyes mixed withtrepidation. The fear I ate up greedily like a feral thing. She pulled her legs out from under me, wrapped them both around my hips and squeezed, eliciting a moan from deep inside me.
Fuck, now I’m hard again.
“Tess…” The prayer-like tone in my voice angered me. This feeble, hesitantnothingshe’d made me into—it was such a foreign sensation. I wanted to kick it away and gather her in my arms harder, but they were mutually exclusive decisions.
One or the other.
Choose Maverick, and choose wisely.
I wouldn’t lock her up yet. Not until I knew she deserved it. If she was innocent, I didn’t want to fuck up what we could have. It was a delicate situation, but I had to keep her. I couldn’t lose her.
She’s still waiting for an answer. What was it again?
“Are you hungry?”
“Not really. What do you have in mind?”
I smiled and licked my lips. “You.”
She went slack, letting out a sigh of deep satisfaction. I’d never known a lover to mold to my whims so perfectly. She was submissive in only the ways I wanted her to be, begging to be conquered but not squashed. Owned but not abused. She was perfect.
No other lover would do for me.
Never again.
Even if she was seraphim, I’d keep her. She might think she came to bring me back to Hell, but I’d seizeherinstead and make her mine. If I kept her well-fucked and delirious, she’d learn to never want to leave my side.
She might have been humoring me when she called me master, but once I had her trained, she’d be dead serious and begging for more.
Chapter Forty-Six: Prey for Peace
Tess
I must have fallenasleep after the next orgasm because when I opened my eyes, his arms were wrapped around me. There was still no light coming in through the window. I searched for a clock but got distracted by the feel of his hard abs against my palm. His skin radiated heat as I stroked my hand over him, the sensation building in my core again. I pulled it away; a lifetime of not being able to touch anyone had turned my hands into erogenous zones.
We’d teleported here from the house he shared, but I didn’t know where either was located. We could have been in Paris for all I knew. I sat up, surveying the landscape through the window, hoping to see something familiar. I hoped we were in Crimson City and I could walk home before he even knew I was gone.
He curled an arm around my waist, pulling me in tighter. Instinctively, I tugged away, a light struggle for freedom. He growled.
I sighed. “I have to go home now, Maverick.”
“No,” he mumbled into the pillow.
“Excuse me? I’m sorry, I can’t stay all night.”
He lifted his head and met my eye. I lifted my eyebrow, hoping he’d understand. Without a word, he jumped on top of me, holding my wrists over my head. His eyes shone red. “You’re not leaving,” he rumbled.
I pursed my lips. Was this guy for real? “Kidnapping for the win, huh?”
His expression softened, and he let up his grip on my wrists a little. “I just… I think you need… one more…” With one hand on my chest, holding me in place, he did a little swirly motion with the other. My wrists instantly felt anchored. I couldn’t move them.
“What kind of magic is that?” I whispered. He inched his way down, nudging his knees between my legs. “No, Maverick, I can’t. I already came a hundred times tonight. I just want to go home and sleep in my own bed now.”
“Not yet,” he mumbled against my belly. “It was only five times, but a hundred is a good target.” The rough scrape from the stubble on his cheek sent my pulse higher again. Or maybe it was the suggestion that he would hold me captive in his bed until he gave me a hundred orgasms. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
Panicked and… wet, apparently.
