Page 52 of Little Blue

Twenty-Three

Irelynn

There is a warm weight covering my back, pressing me into the bed. An iron band, searing hot, is wrapped around my front.

I blink into the darkness of a familiar room, but it’s not the room I fell asleep in. I know, because I sleep with the curtains thrown wide so the moonlight can spill in.

I inhale a sharp, surprised breath that tastes of Ilya.

The thief threatening to steal my soul.

The devil threatening to cut the strings of my heart so that he might capture the organ rather than let it flutter happily in the wind of his woo.

My monster.

My heart, that sticky, silly thing in my chest, weeps with relief.

He’s here. He’s home.

I want to sob.

The relief quickly turns to confused rage.

He left me—for weeks.

After kidnapping me!

I don’t think before I act. I simply move.

As I thrust my ass back into his groin, he lets out a deep grunt that is quickly followed by a rough growl of warning. “Little Blue.”

“Don’t Little Blue, me!” I hiss, giving my hips another vicious buck that hits home and delights me with yet another pained grunt.

Serves him right. Asshole.

“Irelynn, fuck.” He pulls his hand from where he had it pushed up my shirt, to grip my hip, as I ready for yet another swing back into his groin.

I try to wrestle him, to fight him. I’m angry enough to do some damage, I think. But I quickly find I’m wrong as he pins me to the bed beneath his massive body in under three seconds.

Breaths heave from my chest into the space between us. He’s shirtless, and the skin of his chest sears mine through the fabric of his shirt I wear. My traitorous body is way too aware of his as it rests against mine intimately. His hips notch snuggly between the legs he forced to spread.

Heat floods me from head to toe, even though I’m shivering.

“Get off me.” I try to buck my hips. He shifts in response, dragging his body up the length of mine until his face is hovering right above mine and—and the hard steel of his arousal—oh, God, he’s aroused—is pressed against the tender, suddenly throbbing, core of me.

“That’s it, Little Blue,” he murmurs darkly, giving his hips another slow buck. My blood boils, because that motion has the hard pipe of him dragging over the seam of me. When his tip presses into my clit over the fabric separating us, I have to bite back a moan.

“You said you wouldn’t…” The words shudder from my lungs.

I don’t know what I want anymore.

“I also said you were mine. That I would touch you and kiss you. That I wouldn’t fuck you until you begged me.” He drags the blade of his nose over the tender flesh of my neck, behind my ear. When I shift my head to the side, he inhales into the hair at the base of my scalp. “I’m promising now, my Little Blue, that I will make you beg me.”

The tip of his hot tongue glides over the skin below my ear before I feel the sharp graze of teeth along the shell of my ear. Shivers erupt just as he tosses a match to the simmering flames in the pit of my belly, igniting me.

This time, I do moan. But I do my best to cover it up with venom as I snap, “You left me here for weeks. What was the point of taking me only to murder me with boredom?”

I feel his smile against my flesh before he pulls back, and I see it. He’s beautiful when he smiles. “Did you miss me?”

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