Page 39 of Crimson Devotion
“Hm?” she responds, lifting her head off my chest, looking at me with sleepy eyes.
“I went to check in on Lucifer last night. You put the bracelet back on his wrist.’’
Faith freezes for a moment, eyes widening a fraction. She detangles from me, sitting up. She’s looking everywhere except at my face, and it makes me more suspicious than I already was — because I know exactly what’s going on here.
“Yes,’’ she admits through a soft sigh. “You’re adamant that he’ll wake up soon, so he’d want it back anyway.’’
“True as that may be, he’s still asleep for now, meaning you could’ve used it. And given that the daylight isn’t burning you, it means that these,’’ I reach up, flicking her earring, “are magic infused. How?”
Faith’s eyes land on mine, a speck of guilt glossing over the amber color. The silence stretches between us, and it’s all the answer I need. I didn’t think I’d be this calm, but somehow, despite feeling the hurt linger in my chest, I can’t find it in me to show her just how angry I am.
“You saw Yvonne when she broke in,’’ I state. “And youdidn’t tell me.’’
“I’m sorry!” she apologizes, her tone laced with sincerity. I sit up, folding my arms in front of my chest. “I’m really sorry. She made me promise not to tell anyone.’’
I merely lift an eyebrow. Faith’s expression falls, and regret flashes through her eyes. Whether it’s because she hasn’t told me herself, or because she allowed it to happen in the first place, I don’t know. Right now, I’m not too keen to figure it out, either.
“She could’ve hurt my brother,’’ I say, words a low whisper. “He’s asleep, yes, but she’s the oldest witch alive, the very last one of the first generation. If she wanted him dead, she would’ve found a way to kill him. Do you not understand that your silence could’ve been fatal?”
Faith reaches for my hand, and despite the anger that’s bubbling underneath the surface, the touch is soothing. Electricity sparks within my body, the matching mark we share starting to warm me up. It’s pleasant, and with her inching closer, it’s hard not to bask in the scent of calmness she provides.
“I’m sorry, Ophelia.’’ Her eyes never leavE mine. “I didn’t think about that. But I promise you, she didn’t do anything to him.’’
Although the answer doesn’t satisfy me, I accept it. I would’ve seen or felt something wrong with Lucifer. Thus far, he’s remained blissfully unaware in his deep slumber. With a nod, I sigh, eyes skimming all over her face.
“Did she hurt you?”
Faith shakes her head. “No, she wouldn’t hurt me.’’
“She wouldn’t have hurt you while you were a human, Faith. You’re one of us now. And if Yvonne hates anything, it’s us.’’
Faith takes a deep breath, her hold on my hands tightening a fraction. “I know that. But she’s also not going to throw away years’ worth of friendship for something that was out of mycontrol. She did, however, warn me that she’d kill me if I so much as thought of killing another human.’’
“You won’t,’’ I respond immediately. “I won’t let you lose that part of your soul.’’
A soft smile etches onto her face, and my heart nearly leaps straight out of my chest. The gentle expression, the way her eyes glimmer when she looks at me is enough to want to keep her in this very bedroom, until the day we die.
And for a vampire, that’s a long, long time.
Quickly, I pull her toward me, positioning her to sit on my lap. A small gasp leaves her lips, and my mouth is on hers before she can blink. Faith laughs into the kiss, arms wrapping around my neck. She holds me tightly, her tongue plunging into my mouth.
Heat overwhelms me, my senses going into overdrive as my hands grip her hips. My sweet girl grinds against my thigh as small, adorable sounds slip from her lips.
“Someone’s greedy,’’ I mumble.
“What can I say?” She chuckles as she pulls back, biting her lip. “You make me want to be greedy for you.’’
SEVENTEEN
Faith
Isqueal when Ophelia flips us over. I land on my back, eyes wide in surprise. She crawls between my legs, parting them with her knees, before resting her hands on my inner thighs. Her black hair falls over her face, and those gorgeous red eyes look at me with so much desire.
She stirs something inside me, something so deep, and it makes me want to be completely at her mercy for as long as she’ll have me. I swallow the lump that forms in my throat, trying to suppress my moans.
Ophelia runs her fingers all over my inner thighs, under the dress. It’s slow, antagonizingly arousing. Her eyes are glued to my face, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
Her hand reaches the hem of my soaked underwear, and she plays around with it. My body is aching for her touch, the wetness between my legs increasing with each slow, soft stroke of her finger. She doesn’t quite reach where I need her the most, and that smug look on her face tells me she has no plan to actuallytouch me properly until she hears me beg.
