Page 272 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

“I must say, though,” he teases, “before I became a human popsicle, I got to see you climax and that alone is worth everything.” His smirk widens.

“Did you like it?” he asks knowingly.

“Of course I did,” I reply breathlessly. “But I almost killed you!”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “Nah. I’m stronger than you think.”

With a flick of his hand, droplets of water land on my chest. Steam rises in the air as the hot water makes contact with my icy skin. A disappointed sigh escapes me as I realize just how close I was to seriously harming him.

“No, no.” I shake my head. “We can’t risk this again. I did not realize that my powers would be out of control if I…if I…” I blush.

“If you orgasm?” He raises a brow.

I nod and avert my gaze.

“And here I was going to ask you to give me one daily,” I grumble under my breath. “I guess I’ll settle for donuts instead.”

His fingers, now much warmer, are on my chin, turning it so he can see my eyes.

“Am I to understand you liked it better than donuts?”

“Are you kidding me? It’s ten thousand times better. I’ve never felt so alive, so powerful, so…” I trail off as I realize my words are too enthusiastic when I should be the opposite now that I know the consequences of this.

“So what? Tell me,” he insists, still keeping his hold on my jaw.

“Invincible,” I whisper.

He stares at me, his expression inscrutable.

“I made you feel invincible,” he murmurs proudly.

I nod.

He smiles and shakes his head. Scrubbing his hand over his face, he suddenly lets out a laugh.

“Thank God! I was so worried you wouldn’t like it, that I wouldn’t do a good job at it…”

“If you had done a better job, you would be dead, Mine,” I point out matter-of-factly.

He chuckles.

“Dead but in heaven.”

“It’s not the time to joke about this. It’s serious! I could have killed you.”

He surprises me by grabbing me by my waist and pulling me into the tub on top of him.

“Maybe, maybe not. But it was just your first time. I have no doubt you will learn to control your powers if we practice more.”

The mere notion that we might do it again has me squeezing my thighs together as moisture seeps out of me.

By the Source, he’s ruined me! I will never be able to think of anything sexual again without remembering what he did to me with his mouth and how that made me feel. Am I bound to get wet every time he smiles at me for the rest of my life? With no relief in sight?

“We will not,” I feel compelled to add, though my voice lacks conviction.

“Is that so?” he asks playfully as he sneaks his hand between my legs and finds out just how soaked I am.

“Uh-huh,” I croak as his fingers part my folds and he teases that bud again.

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