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I release a shaky breath that’s half a giggle, half an embarrassed huff. He waits patiently, his lips still parted, those eyes still wide, like he doesn’t believe me yet, like it’s too good.

“I love you,” I whisper, looking away, because I can’t handle the intensity in his eyes.

He releases a hot, heavy breath. “Again. And look at me when you speak.”

He sounds hard now, his words a command, and I snap my eyes wide open, looking into his. My voice trembles, but I’ve said it twice now, and surely, I can do it again.

“I love you.”

He whirls in place, bringing us from the middle of the room to the far side. The world tips around me as he lays me on the bed, kneeling on the floor between my legs.

“Please, let me fuck you here,” he breathes reverently, his mouth pressing to my pussy so I have no doubts about what “here” means. “Please. I’ve been dreaming about it. I need it. Please, my love. Let me put it here.”

“Yes.”

It’s not a conscious decision, because I’m too drunk, too happy, too glittering and perfect. And I want him—all of him.

“Yes, please.”

Chapter thirty-seven

Master

Woland

She is so beautiful. I don’t know when kneeling for her became so natural, but it’s easy, as if I was made for it. And I know I shouldn’t get carried away, I know the plan needs more, but she’s here, open and warm, her eyes hooded, and she said she loves me.

Fuck the plan.

I worship in the shrine of her, and this is what I imagine prayer must feel like. I’ve never prayed—to whom?—but this holy, bigger-than-I feeling, this all-consuming devotion must be similar to what the small people feel when they kneel in supplication before an altar.

She is a generous goddess. When I ask, she says yes, welcoming me into her, allowing me to drink the holiest of all, and so I bite into the crease of her thigh, not gently, and drink her blood as she moans in surrender.

The way she froths on my tongue, so sweet yet so earthy, like herbs and magic andher, is intoxicating.Yes, I am addicted, but it’s fine. It’s fine because she’s almost mine. She almost said it, too. I heard those words churning on her tongue, sweet and artless, except…

Except she mentioned love, and I needed to hear that more.

Throughout last week, I launched a focused attack on her defenses. I rammed at them with sweet words and affectionate gestures, and my frustration grew with every day. My witch was a fortress. Sharing her body with obscene generosity, she kept her heart tightly guarded, and it rankled. I never used to care. Having a hole to fuck was enough.

With her, I want it all. Body, mind, heart and that unattainable, glittering soul that hovers just out of my grasp.

Now that I got her words of love, I’m drunk on this tremendous victory. Even the strongest orgasm can’t bring me satisfaction as deep as this.

So no, I won’t push her, because she gave me something so much better. I can make her say she’s mine tomorrow. I can make her do anything, because shelovesme, in that imperfect, faulty way a young woman thinks she loves a man. I have her in the palm of my hand.

So it’s all right to forget the plan just for tonight. It’s all right to get lost in her.

“Your blood is like nothing I’ve ever tasted,” I tell her, my voice sounding far away.

It’s the truth. I’ll tell her only the truth tonight, I decide. She said she loves me. She deserves a reward.

“I’ve had dreams about this cunt.” My tongue twists up to where she feels the most keenly, her pleasure for me to wring out and sow like a wicked plant. “Horny dreams. Yearning dreams. Even dark dreams, of stuffing it too full and making it break. It was evil of you to deny me, poppy girl.”

She shivers, but her eyes burn with heat as they look down, and I smirk, knowing my wickedness doesn’t repulse her. Shelovesme. It doesn’t matter that she barely knows me, that I have too many secrets to count. She’s glimpsed pieces of me, true, long-buried ones, and she still fell in love.

My dream girl.

Even better, she took it when I fucked her in that dining room, making everyone think she wouldn’t live through it even as I growled words of love loud enough for them to hear. She can take a few dark fantasies.

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