Page 92 of Wickedly Yours

I cupped the back of her neck. “Yes. I want your help. I need it, too. But if you don’t want to, I can find another way.”

“I’ll do it. Of course I will.”

I sighed, not liking what I had to say next. “We should go back soon, then. If we want to stop him…”

A sigh slipped from her lips. “I know.”

But I couldn’t help drawing her closer, holding her against me with everything I had. “But let me be selfish for a little while longer. To enjoy this bit of peace, if it’s all we ever have.”

Luna squeezed my hand. “We'll be okay, though, right?”

I wanted to say yes, but part of me was afraid to promise her something I didn’t know. “You’re the seer. You tell me. What’s in our future?” I kissed her knuckles. “Everything's going to be different after, I promise.”

Once the crown was in place on my head, when I ruled the demon realm in his stead…

Everythingwould be different.

TWENTY-SIX

luna

One afternoon turned into a day, and then two, and then I’d blinked, and a week had passed in this cozy little paradise of ours.

All I knew was I didn’t want to leave. Didn’t want this to end. Even though we both knew it had to. After our conversation in the library, the gravity of the situation had settled into me. But he’d been helping me train each day, and we lost ourselves in each other’s bodies each night.

Selene was curled up on my feet as I rested my head on Zain’s chest, content not to move out of bed.

He leaned over, brushing the hair off my shoulder and kissing my neck softly.

Especially with his ever-hardening erection underneath me. Maybe straddling his lap in the morning was a bad idea, which brought the other idea that had been pinging around my brain.

Zain pinched my hip. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“There’s something I want to try, but…” I blushed. “It’s embarrassing.”

“What, my queen?” His eyes flared, and I knew he could sense my arousal. “Asking for what you want should never be embarrassing. You know I’ll always give it to you.”

“I want you to wake me up by…” I shook my head. My face was on fire. Maybe my whole body. How far down could a blush go?

“Yes?” A smirk covered his face, but I knew he was just as interested as I was. Those golden eyes were pooled with desire, like liquid lust. “Use your words, wife.”

I looked down at our hands, which were still interlocked. Maybe he was right. Maybe it didn’t have to be embarrassing to ask. “I’ve always found the idea of being woken up with sex to be… really hot.” Not that I’d ever tried it with anyone. I’d been too embarrassed to ask.

A low grumble sounded from his throat. “Is that what you want, then? Me to wake you up with my cock?” His hips jerked, the motion bumping against my clit. “Slide inside this wet pussy while you sleep?”

I moaned. “Yes.”

“But we’re not asleep now,” he said, a devilish expression on his face. “So, what do you want?”

Leaning down, I pressed a kiss to his collarbone. Trailed my tongue over his nipples, and let my hands explore his firm chest. Those abdominal muscles that could never be obtained at a gym. No, he was bred for strength, that lethal power he gave off in spades.

And he was soft, caring, and loving only for me. Something sparked in my chest, but I pushed it down. It was too soon, wasn’t it?

“I want you,” I said instead, helping him guide himself into me.

“And who am I?”

“Zain,” I cried out as I slid down his shaft, impaling myself on his cock.

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