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His gaze dragged down my body like a vow he hadn't yet made. “If we crossed that line, we’d also have that other problem.”
I narrowed my eyes, knowing full well I shouldn’t indulge him with any more questions but curiosity got the better of me. “What problem?”
A satisfied grin slid across his lips, a sign I’d fallen into another trap. “This problem, little mage: if I fuck you, there will be no coming back. And there will be no end to what I take. You’d never be free of me. And you’d never want to be.”
Blessed. Mother.
My mind stalled, utterly frozen by his words.
I gazed deep into his eyes, caught within the violent pull of fear and something far more dangerous that fractured my mind.Dark desire.The kind that could make you lose your mind and not care.
A hurried little voice whispered to my soul that he hadn't entirely tricked me the night he took me captive. This hunger consuming us both was real.
Only hours ago, he told me I was his. And the bulge of his cock, thick and hard against my belly, confirmed this dangerous epiphany.
I tried to process the terrible truth, but his mouth hovered there, so close the space between us seemed charged with lightning. So close a single ragged breath could have sealed our lips.
“Don’t tempt me, little mage.” Within the prison of his stare savage hunger flared in his eyes as he drank in. “I would not be gentle with you. And I’d ruin you for anyone else.”
His words pulsed between my legs, and with quiet horror, I realized that I was wet.
Shame scraped across my ribs like glass and my heart hammered out of cadence in a helpless rhythm.
The way he watched me promised that he would indeed wreck me, and damn it, the bastard looked like he knew I’d thank him for every second of it.
Wolfe Nightblade would fuck the fight right out of me. And in that moment, I thought I might let him.
Gods, something was definitely,definitelywrong with me.
The curse was finally catching up. All those years of resetting must have taken its toll on my mind. Or maybe it was just me.
Perhaps I was always doomed to be under Wolfe Nightblade’s spell.
With agonizing slowness, he finally inched away, leaving his chaos writhing through my mind and the cold emptiness of distance where his body had been.
I sagged against the wall, my chest heaving with relief even though my body still yearned for him.
Wolfe stepped back and cocked his head toward the table. “Come, let’s talk. We have much to discuss.” Although his voice had regained control, the crude look in his eyes promised if I ever gave him the smallest opening, he’d use it and devour me whole.
This devil didn’t flirt the way most men did. He promised something far more consuming. I had to be careful of him. Being careful was more imperative to my plans than ever because I still wanted him.
I dragged in a slow breath to clear my head and moved over to the desk with trembling legs, readying myself for round two.
Breathe and focus, Elariya. If you ever hope to be free from this Hades you mustn’t lose yourself.
You cannot be his Persephone.
Chapter 19
Elariya
“Ink, Blood, and Bone.”
Isank into the chair, trying to compose myself. Wolfe took his seat in the large leather chair across from me.
I swallowed hard. This was the opportunity I'd been waiting for, a chance to learn everything I could, no matter how small the detail.
Reaching under the desk, Wolfe grabbed a goblet and a bottle of dark red wine. He uncorked the bottle, poured it halfway into the goblet, and slid it toward me.
