Page 91 of Bonds of Hercules
As the hours passed, calm descended, the kind that only occurred when purpose met passion.
Duty was melting away into something new.
Alexis was going to be okay, because there was no other option.
I was going to make sure of it.
Warmth filled my chest, and for the first time since it painfully settled into place, the marriage bond hummed with contentment.
“Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo,” I whispered into the shadows. “For you, my carus. Always.”
It was a promise.
If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise hell.
15
SATAN’S TOUCH
ALEXIS: THREEDAYSLATER(POST-HEALINGCOMA)
“Iwatch you.” Satan’s breath whispered tantalizingly against the shell of my ear. “Every …single… night.”
The sleep world was fading into reality, but I kept my eyes shut.
“That’s,” I whispered, “not healthy.” I squirmed deeper into the cozy warmth.
Fingers tangled in the curls at the base of my skull, pulling my head back.
“Fuck healthy,” the guttural voice rasped. “I fantasize about—” lips pressed against my jaw “—ruining you so thoroughly that you forget your own name.”
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach.
“I want to chain you to my side. I want to punish you for driving me crazy. I want to show you just how much you mean to me … bodyandsoul. Do you know what that’s like?”
I do.
One hand yanked my head back further as his other wrapped around my hip, pinning me in place.
A masculine groan vibrated, desperate and needy, the tortured sound of a ravenous man.
Goose bumps pebbled, heat pooling between my legs.
“You’re going to obey me,” Satan ordered as he kissed my jaw.
“I won’t,” I whispered back, eyes still squeezed shut.
The hand in my hair tugged. “Youwillobey.” The hot mouth trailed lower to my neck.
I shivered with delight.
“No,” I panted.
Satan sucked against the column of my throat, just hard enough to leave marks.
My face flushed. The fever was spreading.
He held me tighter, breathing roughly, like he was losing all control, and the scent of a rainstorm filled my nose.
