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“What do I want?” He laughed bitterly, lifting his head to the sky. “It’s never about whatIwant, Nox. That’s the problem. Being around you, it changes me. It makes me selfish. It makes me want things I’ve got no fucking right to.”

I wanted to scream that he was allowed to be selfish. That after millennia of doing what he was told, he was entitled to do as he wanted. That he was just as trapped as I had been in Hell, but he couldn’t see it.

None of that would help him right now. Instead, I stepped up to him and cupped the back of his neck. “Then be selfish. Choose the thing you want.”

Micah leaned back into my touch. “I can’t. I’ve already told you that.”

My breath caught in my throat. I was what he’d choose. Not Dimitri.Me.

This feeling that had overtaken me…I wasn’t the only one feeling it.

Fuck. This complicated everything. We couldn’t be together. Ours wasn’t some grand love story, but a doomed tragedy.

I’d be damned if I let him go on this memory though. Micah may not have known how to be selfish, but I was a demon. I could teach him.

“You can,” I corrected him, my mouth hovering abovehis. “You can choose that for tonight. Just tonight. Say fuck everyone else and take what you want, little angel.”

“What happens after that? Tomorrow?”

I shoved down the pain that was trying to rise, refusing to let it intrude on this moment. “Tomorrow doesn’t exist right now. That’s what we’re pretending. There is no tomorrow, only tonight. So, the question is, how do you want to spend it?”

Micah answered me by crushing his mouth to mine.

My world exploded, everything disappearing except for Micah. I returned his kiss hungrily, drinking in every drop of him. My hand tightened around his neck while my other went into his hair. Our tongues met in a swirl of heat and desperation.

It wasn’t our first kiss, but somehow, it felt like our last.

I dragged myself away from him, ignoring the pain in my chest. It wasn’t the last kiss. We had the whole night. Hours to explore each other.

I wouldn’t think about which kiss would be the last. Which moan would be the final one I’d hear. The last time our hands would touch.

None of that existed, not right now.

I wasn’t a demon. Micah wasn’t an angel.

We were just two beings in love.

Even if neither of us would ever admit it.

17

Micah

Nox put his lips back on mine as we rode the lift up to our room. Not wanting to be disturbed, we’d booked a night in a nearby hotel. Now I was pressed up against the cool metal, my hands under Nox’s shirt.

“Fuck, you taste like sin,” Nox groaned. He shoved one of his big thighs between my legs, ripping a groan from me. My cock throbbed as I thrust against him shamelessly. “That’s it, little angel. Use me. Get yourself off on me.”

“No.” I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stop. “I’m not coming until you’re inside me or I’m inside you.”

Nox chuckled, his eyes flashing with mischief as he stepped back. “In that case, say no more.”

He hit the emergency button, bringing the lift to a stop. Then he was back in front of me, smoothing his hands along my front. “Umm, what are you doing?”

He dropped to his knees, his arrogant smirk never shifting. “You said you won’t come until I’m inside you or you’re inside me. Seeing as I can’t wait until we get to the room, I guess we’re doing this.”

“Fuck.” My head hit the wall with a thud as Nox freed my cock. “Oh fucking fuck.”

Warm air tickled my dick as Nox laughed. “To think I once accused you of not being able to swear.”

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