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I leaned down and let our foreheads touch. “No more questions. No more thought-provoking words.” I reached between us and grabbed his cock, it wasn’t rock hard like it usually was, but it was hard enough to give me what I wanted. I slid him over my entrance, and I heard him stifle a moan.

“Dani, we don’t have to talk, but we also don’t have to do this.” I kept moving the tip over my pussy, back and forth. He flicked his eyes to where I held him. “This is what you need?”

I nodded. “Please.”

He held onto my hips, flexing his fingers so they dug into my sides. “Okay. Take what you need.” I sighed in relief when I lined him up and slid down. He watched me like he knew this was for me and only for me. He would have been happy to have a long conversation, discussing all the details of what happened. I didn’t want something where I had to bring up that miserable nightmare, I just wanted something that didn’t require much thought at all.

I took hold of his shoulder and started to grind against him. He fit me so perfectly that I could have cried from that sheer thought alone. His hands were on me, but he wasn’t trying to make this about him or create a rhythm that he wanted. He dragged his eyes down my body and then back up at my face, watching me as I took what I needed from him, as I chased my own pleasure using his body.

“Fuck,” I gasped, squeezing his shoulder as I started to rotate my hips back and forth. He was breathing heavier as he surveyed my movements, groaning at how good it felt but not wanting to take control. I closed my eyes, needing to block out every minuscule thought that could choose to invade this moment.

His fingers ghosted over my cheek. “Look at me. Eyes on me, baby.”

I whimpered at his words but did as he said. I looked at him and his eyes narrowed as he took me in. I slid my hands down his chest towards his abs and I wanted to jump into his skin and stay there forever. His hands found their way to my ass and helped me move, guiding me forward and backwards. I cried out, letting out every feeling I had in this dim room, where it was just the two of us. “Touch me,” I begged.

He complied quickly, moving one of his hands to my front, circling my clit, continuing to watch me. I could feel it all building, faster and faster. My body vibrated with its need to explode. I moved faster and harder against him, leaning over and burying my face into his neck as I bucked my hips again and again. “Fuck, fuck, yes.”

My orgasm had weight to it as it tumbled out of me. My breath was caught in my throat as I tried to breathe through it. Nick held onto me, not letting me go anywhere, helping me ride it out. “That’s it. That’s it, baby. You’re okay. Shh, you’re okay.” I shuddered at his comfort, my shoulders relaxing, and my legs suddenly felt wobbly like if I tried to stand, I would just topple over. I felt his lips kiss my hair, inhaling my scent like his life depended on it. I touched my own lips to his shoulder and moved so I was back on my side of the bed.

I bit my lip as I trailed my hand down his abs and started to reach for hiscock that was still wet from me. He snatched my hand up and brought my palm to his mouth, kissing it. “I’m good.”

“Nick…” I knew I’d told him I needed what had just happened, but now I just felt bad for taking and not giving back.

“No. Relax and go to sleep. Your happiness is just as good as an orgasm.”

I chuckled and gave him a smile I knew didn’t quite reach my eyes. I snuggled under the covers, and he pulled me towards him so that my head was on his chest. This was probably one of my favorite places to be and I had to fight back my own overly emotional tears thinking about how this would be the last time I’d get to be here.

I buttoned my pants, quietly, tiptoeing around the room. I had slipped out of bed and gotten dressed, not wanting to wake my sleeping angel and explain myself to him. He wouldn’t like what I was doing and maybe he might even hate me for it, but this was my decision, and I was pretty sure I’d made it right after I’d woken up from that nightmare Lilith had bestowed upon me. I’d debated with myself over and over again in the bathroom mirror, but I always ended up in the same spot with the same decision. And I ultimately ended up making the same choice.

I stood over the bed and bent my knees before I leaned down to hover over Nick’s sleeping face. He looked so innocently serene that I nearly had to look away. I couldn’t think about what his face would look like when he realized the decision I’d made. I softly played with the messy pieces of hair that fell on his forehead and I so desperately wanted to snuggle back into his arms, but that kind of ending was never in the cards. Helping me, saving me was futile and letting me handle this on my own was what needed to happen. They were all technicalities, casualties to her. Dimitri had tantrums and caused chaos because his ego was bruised, Isabel sought out chaos for the love of seeking Lilith’s approval, wanting to seem useful, but Lilith…she wanted her chaos to cut deep, personal. She wanted others to provide the mess, when all of a sudden they realized they never wanted it in the first place, but now they were too deep to remove themselves from the shit storm they’d tied themselves to.

I pressed my lips softly to his forehead, silently saying goodbye.

Whatever a life after Lilith looks like, I want that with you.Fuck, why did he have to go and say stupid shit like that. Sweet, stupid shit.

I reached for his arm, extending it out ever so slightly. My dagger shadowed into my hand and as quickly as I could with the hooked end, slicedhis finger. He groaned and I held my breath, waiting as he settled back into his sleep. The cut wasn’t deep, but blood started to bubble to the surface, and I swiped my finger across, collecting some. I dragged his blood along my dagger and placed my hand over the metal. When I removed my hand, his blood was gone, now drawn into the dagger itself. My weapon was always mine, even though Lilith had given it to me, she had no connection to it like I did.

Back in Heaven’s Gate I’d felt comfortable knowing it was in Nick’s hands even though I was very, very aware I could have taken it at any point. The dagger would have found me if I wanted it too, but I had let him keep hold of it. Now he had a connection with it also, nothing like mine, but enough so that if I needed a safe place for it to go, it had one. I wasn’t putting him in any harm, and I was still its primary master, but if I did learn anything from Lilith it was to have a contingency plan. He wouldn’t understand it, but hopefully he would understand what I wanted, why I did what I did. I placed his finger in my mouth and his head turned to me, his eyes sleepy and barely even open.

“Go back to sleep, Nick. Everything is okay.” He blinked a few times and sleepily nodded. I sighed in relief as I moved my mouth to his ear and whispered something I knew he wanted to hear, hoping that maybe he’d remember it when he woke up. I stood up and pulled on my black jacket, carefully opening the door to the bedroom without looking back. I walked down the hall, hearing the mess of chatter downstairs, not paying them any attention. I looked around before I opened the door catching Garrett’s golden eyes as he sat in the dining area, a steaming cup of what I had to assume was tea in front of him.

He narrowed his eyes in confusion as he looked at me. I pressed my lips together and said nothing. He started to get up from the table, but I pulled open the door and stepped outside. The dry air hit me instantly and I took a few deep breaths. I looked up and over the trees towards Lilith’s ominous castle and clenched my fists tightly at my sides. I manifested my wings, the leathery black appendages feeling like they’d been tucked away for so long. I pushed off the ground and flapped my wings until I was above the tree line and headed towards my destination.

I didn’t know if she’d be waiting for me or not, but something in my gut told me she was. That’s what she’d been doing this whole time.

Waiting for me.

NICK

Earlier

“So, you want to tell me what happened?” Reese asked, balling up his napkin and tossing it in the waste bin in the corner. I slowly chewed the pastry that was in my mouth, considering my words. Dani had told me that I should talk to him, and she was right, but I didn’t really think about how difficult that would be. We weren’t really the type of friends who shared their feelings like that, not that I felt like I couldn’t, but we had never done it before. Even when it came to his parents, he would say small things here and there, but never enough to bring up any sort of emotional back and forth. Maybe it was time that changed.

I swallowed my food and started to fold my napkin in my lap. “I really don’t know where to start.”

Reese scratched his jaw, small bits of stubble clinging to his skin. “Maybe try the beginning.”

I continued to fold the napkin into tiny pieces. “That’s probably more than you wouldlike to hear.”

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