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Lilah

I HADNO time to savor the feeling of my mind-blowing orgasm, because Roth had thrown me onto my back and was looming over me, his hands in my hair and his delicious mouth claiming mine. The buildup began anew as his tongue stroked mine, making my hips move against his still-hard erection of their own accord. He growled low in this throat and eased into me once again.

A slight sting of soreness, and then I spread my legs open wide, inviting him deeper. I’d never known such pure animal desire, but one look in his eyes made me burn for him. I dug my nails into his back as he rocked into me.

He began slowly, his body shaking with the effort to maintain slow, measured thrusts until I could fully accommodate him. Before long I was urging him on, needing more and more. I lifted my hips to his pounding body, wanting every inch he had to offer. Roth sat up and brought me with him, leveraging my body so he could suck the hard bud of my nipple as he still pistoned into me.

His teasing tongue on my flesh had my toes curling with the intense pleasure, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out his name.

He slowed, though I could tell it took more than a little effort. “Did I hurt you?”

“Don’t stop!” I twined my fingers in his hair.

His body answered as he threw me back down on the bed and covered me possessively, thrusting into me while he nipped at my neck. His sensuous rhythm had me wrapping my legs around him, urging him deeper, not caring how wanton I seemed. All I knew was here and now I wanted this. The consequences be damned. I pulled him closer, kissing him with all the passion I felt for him. He kissed me back hard.

He broke the kiss and breathed one word, “Lilah,” as his hard body tensed. The heat raged in my center, on the edge of the wave that would take me far beyond anything I’d ever known. He held my gaze, his eyes a beautiful mix of darkness and glowing embers. Each thrust took me closer to the brink. When he reached between us and stroked my clit, I broke into pieces, my orgasm rushing through my veins like a hit of some mind-blowing drug.

Roth groaned with release as his body bucked against me. His hot seed flowed into me as I milked his shaft and arched my back, loving the feel of him inside me.

My orgasm continued to cascade, not stopping until we were both spent. Panting, he rolled over, still inside me, and pressed me into his chest. I lay on top of him, blissfully satisfied.

Though comfortable in his arms in a way I’d never felt before, I went to move off him and onto the bed. His arms tightened around me, keeping me pinned to his chest, so close I could hear his heart beating a pounding rhythm, only now slowing. I nestled back into him.

He ran his hand through my hair, sifting the strands with his fingers, and then said something in a language I didn’t know. He spoke with reverence before quieting and continuing his caresses.

“What language was that?” My eyelids became heavier by the second.

“Latin.”

“You must be the only one left on the planet who can still speak Latin.” I moved my cheek to get more comfortable, the soft hair on his chest tickling my nose.

“Not the only one.” His fingers wandered from my hair to my back, stroking it softly. “Are you all right?”

I smiled. “I’m better than all right.”

“Good.” He dropped a kiss on my crown. “I’d never want to hurt you.”

“You didn’t.”

He cleared his throat. “Did you… Did you feel it, too?”

My smile grew wider. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing. I just… Nothing.”

I kissed his chest. Did I feel the communion of our souls? Yes. Was I about to say that sentence out loud? No. But I felt it, like an earthquake deep inside me, shifting my foundations. I’d felt him clicking into place in my world. “Yes.”

He sighed, the sudden tension dissipating. “Thank the gods. I thought I’d just made an ass of myself.”

I laughed. “You do that just fine. Don’t worry.”

“Saucy female.” He continued stroking my back, his fingertips warm and calming.

He was so gentle. Raw and unbelievably powerful at one moment, and the next, he was treating me like something precious, fragile even. I’d never known this kind of male before. In all honesty, I’d only ever known one male, and he’d betrayed me. But the warmth coming from Roth, his care with me, spoke of something deeper than anything I could have ever had with Farrow. Roth was a male of worth, I finally admitted to myself. Though there was something else I was hesitant to admit, something that had been growing in my heart ever since Roth came to my aid in that alley.

It felt like years had passed since he had placed those titillating kisses on my neck in the shadow of a grand cathedral. Getting to know his story, how he’d become an incubus and how he’d fought his demon until it almost killed him—it had changed me. I never let anyone get close to me, but now, though I’d shared very little of my past, I felt as if Roth knew me better than anyone else. Even Elena. But I couldn’t think about that now, couldn’t let myself fall any further than I already had. Too late.

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