Page 55 of God Touched

"Tell me you love me too, or you know what happens next," he growled.

Imogen swallowed hard, refusing to back down. "You can't love me. I'm mortal. It's never going to work."

"I can love you. I don't care that you're mortal. We can make anything work," he replied.

"Not if Hafgan kills you for being a dumbass," she snapped back.

"Hafgan couldn't use Brangwen against me when she was alive. You really think he'll be able to do it now that she's dead? This isn't about my past. This is about you being a coward and trying to find something to fight with me about because you can't handle that you love me back."

Imogen's eyes narrowed, and she raised her chin. "Fuck you."

"Fuck me? I thought you'd never ask." The dagger vanished from Arawan's hand, and she was suddenly up in his arms. The crowd parted for him as he carried her, swearing and cursing from the dance floor. He kicked open the door to the private staff bathroom and locked it. Imogen's heart was pounding hard, her whole body wrapped around him and unwilling to let him go.

"Tell me you love me, Imogen," he demanded, pressing her against the tiled wall.

"No," she whispered.

Arawan's hand gripped one side of her throat, and he nipped and sucked up the other side.

"Tell me you love me, Imogen. Make me your slave and your fool, just tell me you want me too."

Imogen couldn't fight him anymore. Tears of frustration and longing built in her eyes. "I'm scared if I do, I won't ever get my soul back."

Arawan drew back so he could look her in the eyes. "Give it to me, darling, and I'll take such good care of it, you won't ever want it back."

Imogen's teeth were locked together, but she still ground out the words. "I. Love. You."

Arawan's thumb brushed over her cheek. "There, now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Fuck you—" Imogen started to swear, but his mouth crashed down on hers, devouring and biting and taking until her hand was bunched in his hair, trying to bring him closer. Imogen undid his belt and plunged her hand into his jeans, stroking his already hard dick.

"Option three. I want option three right fucking now," she panted, making him groan. Her jeans were down and off one leg in an instant. Arawan picked her up and pressed her tight against the wall before sinking his cock into her. Imogen's whole body clenched and burned, trying to make room for him, but it felt so damn good she could've started crying again.

"This is where you belong, my love," Arawan said, biting her throat as he pounded into her. "In my arms, my dick inside of you, filling you up until it's only me you can think about."

"Yes. Fuck, don't stop," Imogen begged, her pussy clenching around him.

"Never." Arawan's hand grabbed her ass tight enough to bruise. "Touch your pretty pussy for me. Let me see you come apart."

Imogen's hand obeyed, first running her fingers through the wetness where they were joined and dragging it over her clit. Lights danced in her vision with every caress. Arawan's gaze was so fixated on each stroke, so hot and devouring, that Imogen was coming within two more strokes of his dick.

"That's it, my flower, come for me," Arawan purred, kissing her cries as she obeyed him. Her body went soft with release, all the tension in the last hours seeping out of her.

Arawan wasn't nearly done. He pulled off the wall, spinning her about and bending her over the sink. She gripped the hard sides of it, trying to keep her legs from shaking. In the mirror, her mascara and eyeliner were smeared, and her eyes were hazy from her sex high.

"Look how perfect you are, how fucking undone," Arawan said from behind her. He pulled down the front of her tank to expose the gray lace of her bra. "Fucking gorgeous and all mine."

"Yes," she managed to pant out.

Arawan stroked the curves of her ass before spreading her and driving his cock back into her. Imogen cried out, and his face flashed with pure, dark satisfaction in the mirror. He moved her hips, thrusting into her in a different angle that had her rising up on the balls of her feet.

"Oh fucking fuck," she groaned.

"That's the spot, is it, beloved?" Arawan chuckled like the sinful fucker he was. One hand went under her, toying with her soaked pussy and over her clit before sliding up to stroke her back hole.

Imogen swore and squirmed as heat rushed to her face and her whole body tightened over his cock. Arawan leaned over her to kiss and nibble at her neck and shoulder.

"My fierce little hunter, you're so greedy for me that I bet I could get you to admit just about anything right now," he teased, grinding his hips against hers and making a choked cry break free from her. "Tell me you're mine and no one else's."

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