Page 122 of The Cruelest Undead

So.

Be.

It.

Using her body weight, she shoved him back, and as they tumbled onto the bed, Jacques caught them and floated them to the mattress.

Safely.

Her lusty little grin made his heart flutter.

His mate undid him.

“You’re lucky I’m aware of your sexual games, Mon Amour.”

She knew what he was talking about.

“You’d never let me fall. Who are you kidding? I know you’d die for me.”

That was the truth.

There were no truer words ever spoken.

Because she wanted him, Jolie allowed her mouth to trail down his pale flesh.

There was something so alluring about his body. He was angles, and muscles that made her mouth water. Jacques was incredibly sexy.

Death…

He was even hotter.

“Should I be insulted by that?” he asked, as her fingers were tightly wrapped around his erection.

She found him amusing.

“You’re the same person. Maybe I just have a kink for bedding down with Death.”

He grinned.

“Well, carry on then, Jolie. Death needs a little fun now and again.”

Her mouth trailed lower, and she checked out his dick. He was throbbing in her hand.

Yeah, someone was ready.

Death was definitely in the mood.

Moving to go between his legs, she stared up at her mate, and couldn’t love him more.

She knew what he was willing to sacrifice for her, and Rinnon’s unborn child.

He was a good Death.

As she reached his dick, Jolie blew warm breath across it to tease him.

It responded how she wanted.

He moaned.

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