Page 117 of The Devil and His Goddess

“All I have to do is call your name,” she finished for me. She stood on her tiptoes to place a soft kiss on my lips. “I know.”

I squeezed her hands, wanting to give her strength for the day ahead, but there was no need anymore. My girl already had more strength on her own than I had to give.

With a final, quick kiss, I let her go so that she could leave my office and start her first day back at Silverlight.

The break-through she’d had when dancing blindfolded had been exactly what she needed, and the emotion had poured out of her, washing over each person I’d brought to watch. The power of her performance could’ve knocked even the most hardened humans to their knees, and each time she’d danced after had been the same. She’d finally found her spark and embraced it as she embraced herself.

When she’d started talking about coming back to Silverlight, I nearly went into protective mode again, wanting to ask if she was sure, but I’d held back from doubting. She’d never been more ready.

I’d prepared the staff and administration teams for her return, and they were thrilled to know that everyone’s favorite ballerina had recovered from whatever had happened to her. Her fellow dancers were evenmoreexcited, especially the ones who were restarting their work onDancing in the Darkalongside her.

Preparations for the show resumed, and with so much already done at the start of the season, it was just a matter of getting all of our pieces in a row again. After multiple meetings that morning, I was itching to check in on Harper. Today wasn’t just her first day back but also her first time dancing with someone other than me.

Not wanting her to get distracted by my presence, I merged with the shadows and appeared in the practice room she was in with the dance master, répétiteur, and Elijah. The two dancers were mid-practice, working on their first pas de deux of the third act. It was the same routine that Harper had tried when she’d rushed to work the day after her attack, but unlike that time, she wasstunning. The raw beauty and confidence in which she performed this piece about love, celebration, and empowerment was worthy of a fucking stage, not just this practice room.

When it ended, the répétiteur and dance master clapped, letting out a happy laugh. Harper and Elijah hugged tightly with bright smiles on their faces.

“Oh my God, it’s good to have you back,” Elijah chuckled into her hair.

Her smile widened, and her arms tightened around his neck. “It’s good to be back.”

Seeing that Harper was more than okay, I returned to my own work. I was more excited than ever to get her on stage so that others could witness her brilliance.

By the time we returned home that evening, I was charged full with a sense of happiness that showed no sign of ever expelling again, even as I thought back on how I’d found myself here.

It wasn’t just Harper that had changed after that night of her attack. I had, too. I’d realized what it meant to be truly helpless, not a demon with vast power but a mere man forced to watch the suffering of the person he loved. I’d learned what it meant to be afraid, something I’d stupidly thought I was immune to all of my life. I’d even told Harper as much once upon a time, but that belief had been shaken and destroyed. Ifeared—not for myself, but for her.

When she found herself again that day she danced, she found me, too. She saved me from the jaws of the beast I’d been standing in, and as she flew free with strength, those gusts from her wings made my own power grow that much brighter.

The joy I felt now was so fierce, I could’ve skipped around the goddamn room while throwing flowers into the air.

A throat cleared behind me from where I’d been closing the curtains of the bedroom window. I turned to find Harper with a smirk on her face. A white silk robe wrapped around her, and when she sat back in the plush chair in the corner of the room, the fabric parted to expose her bare, crossed legs.

She flipped her glossy black hair over her shoulder and sat up straight. “Peasant. Your goddess has a request for you.”

Chuckling, I faced her fully and held my hands out by my sides. “Of course. What does my goddess require?”

Her smile grew, and her blue eyes gave me a slow once-over where I stood in only sweatpants. “On your knees.”

The order made blood rush to my cock, and my eyes narrowed a fraction with hunger. “Yes, Goddess.”

I knelt where I stood, resting on my knees across the room. A nice rosy flush swept up her cheeks, and her eager gaze traced every definition of my arms and torso before settling on the outline of my thickening dick.

She licked the lips I desperately wanted to claim and cocked her head. “Crawl to me.”

A shiver traveled down my spine as though it were her finger tracing down the center of my bare back. The command was demeaning, reducing me to a status far lower than hers, and I fuckinglovedit. I loved holding her sultry gaze as I crawled like a dog on all fours to her feet, letting her hold all the power between us.

My palm cupped the ankle of the foot resting on the floor, and I dragged it slowly up her calf. “What next?”

Her breath hitched when I reached where her legs were draped, and I lifted the limb to part her legs on either side of me. The robe opened on her lower half, exposing the sweet sight of her bare and dripping cunt. The smell of her arousal made me dizzy with need, and a growl nearly tore from my chest as I impatiently waited for her to give me the order to pleasure her.

Staring down at me, she grabbed the sash of the robe and gave it a good tug. The silk parted fully, falling off her shoulders and catching on her arms, which draped over the armrests of the cushioned chair. Her round breasts made my mouth water, especially when her nipples hardened under my lustful attention.

“I’m your goddess, aren’t I?” she asked with a raised brow.

“Always.”

She smiled and opened her legs wider. “So worship me, Peasant.”

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