Page 57 of Daemonium

I nodded, and he eased his grip, gently stroking the sides again.

“You have me, always.” He glanced towards the door. “And them.”

I blinked, trying to keep my emotions in check. “You have a romantic heart.”

He let out a deep laugh that made my heart skip a beat. “That belief only confirms that we are meant for each other.”

“Are you sure it’s not the other way around? I think you’re perfect,” I said sincerely, despite still processing his confession.

“Do you?” He looked down at me, his eyes roaming over my face.

“I will never be the man that slow dances with you in the kitchen while dinner is cooking. I’ll be too busy fucking you on the counter while it burns in the oven.”

I shook my head at his audacity, unable to hide my smile. "You're you, Ky. And I’m me. We wouldn’t work if we were anyone else.”

He pulled my face to his and kissed me deeply, his hands roaming over my body as if he couldn't get enough of me. He gripped my hip and guided me onto his lap, so I was sitting on top of him. We broke apart and he pulled me closer, his lips trailing down my neck as I shivered with pleasure. My hands ran through his dark hair, feeling its softness beneath my fingers.

His lips continued their journey, and I moaned softly, feeling the heat of his touch seeping into my body. My breath hitched as he bit gently at the sensitive spot on my neck, eliciting a gasp from me.

He let out a low, breathy laugh against my skin, then returned to kissing me feverishly.

My body was exhausted, and my legs felt numb, but when he guided me, I lowered myself down and got lost in him all over again.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I was jolted awake while it was still dark outside, Ky's voice soft but insistent in my ear. "Sunshine, it's time to go."

I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow. Every muscle in my body ached, and I felt like I could sleep for another century. "It's still dark," I mumbled as if that mattered here. "And I really could use a cappuccino that won't possibly make me bleed out of my eyes."

I heard Ky chuckle softly, and when I finally forced myself to open one eye, he was standing there, fully dressed with his mask back resting atop his head, and looking like he'd just walked off a runway.

It was almost unfair how he could be so effortlessly perfect.

"You’re impossible," I grumbled, pulling the covers off and sitting up slowly. My lower half protested the movement, reminding me of the night before. "Why can’t there be any decent coffee in this godforsaken city? All I get is water."

Ky leaned against the wall, watching me with evident amusement. "I’d say it’s a small price to pay for survival, don’t you think?"

I grunted a reply, still half-asleep as I reached for the clothes Kinks had left for me. They were loose-fitting, thankfully, because there was no way I could handle anything tight right now. As I slipped the top over my head, a thought struck me, and I paused, remembering the antidote Ky had his sister give me.

"How long will that antidote, or whatever you want to call it, last?" I asked, glancing at him as I pulled the hem of the shirt down.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased that I was thinking ahead. "A few more hours, maybe less. It's not a permanent solution. It’ll keep you safe until we can get you the real thing."

"Great," I muttered, already dreading the inevitable crash that turned me into a homicidal harlot. "So we’re just going to keep playing this game of Russian roulette with my sanity?"

Ky stepped closer; his gaze serious. "I’ll make sure you’re okay, Sunshine. You know that."

I sighed, letting him pull me into a quick embrace. "Yeah, I know," I whispered, feeling a little more awake. I sat back down on the edge of the bed, bending down to pull on my shoes, each movement a reminder of the ache that still lingered in my muscles.

As I tightened the laces, another thought crossed my mind, and I couldn't help but voice it. "How come Sainte wasn't on your side of things?"

Ky went silent, and when I looked up, his expression was unreadable. "Why are you asking me about another man, Sunshine?"

I paused, giving him a look that said everything. "He's dead, Ky. I cut off his head."

“I have a video.” A grin spread across his face, that dark, mischievous smile that always made my heart skip a beat. "How do you think I got off before I had you back in bed?"

I rolled my eyes at him, but the corner of my lips twitched upward. "You’re impossible," I muttered, standing up and smoothing down the front of my shirt. He stepped closer, his hands finding their way to my waist, pulling me against him.

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