Page 8 of Magic Secret

I didn’t want to get Héctor all riled up again, not while we were having a sexy moment.

I’d seen how darkness—death’s signature—had devoured the light in his eyes when he was enraged by Paxton’s order for his minion to beat me up. A primal fear had risen in me and spread in my veins when Héctor showed his terrifying dark side.

“You’ve done a good job washing me, Héctor,” I changed the subject. “Do you want me to rub your back? I can be good at it.”

I turned around in his lap and faced my delicious dream lover.

“Do not waste your energy, lamb,” he said, his knuckles brushing across my cheek. “You had quite a day. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. But now I’m here. I won’t allow anyone to touch you. I’ll take care of you.”

I smiled at him. “And I’ll let you take good care of me.”

He looked at me with all the gentleness and awe in the universe, but then, I was the only woman for him.

“You’re really here, lamb. You’re really in my arms.”

“Where else would I go?” I said. “Now that I’ve found you, I think the universe isn’t such a bad place.”

I dipped my gaze down to his hard-on. I had been fighting hard not to show my unchaste interest, but in the end, I was a lost cause.

He was half to blame since his erection had been searing my inner thigh. At the weight of my scrutiny, it jerked up proudly and aggressively.

I instantly reached for it and curled my fingers around the middle. I had never held a cock before. An idea came to me. When we moved out of the water, I wanted to put his dick into my mouth and suckle it hard.

The massive size might be a challenge, but I could handle it.

Héctor gasped in pleasure at my touch, lust darkening his hooded eyes.

I grinned at him and gave his cock a few more heavy pumps, pretending I was some expert.

“Lamb,” he said. His large hand cupped my breast, sending tingling sensations all over me.

Lust boosted in my bloodstream, so strong that all I wanted was to have his cock inside me.

“Fuck me, Héctor,” I whimpered.

“I want to fuck you more than anything,” he said, “like how I fucked you in our dream. But I want to court you first. I want you to have the whole nine yards every girl wants before I claim you as my own, completely and thoroughly.”

My fluttering heart warmed.

“But—” I said.

He tensed, his eyes flashing menacing light, then he spewed out a string of profanities.

I stiffened, narrowing my eyes on him. “What is this? If you only want a woman who agrees with you on your every whim, I’m not that woman. I won’t dance to your tune no matter how badly and how much I want you. So make up your mind on who you want, dude. I, Marigold, have my own mind and always will.”

“We have unwanted company, my spitfire,” he said. “Wait for me here. I’ll get rid of them.”

He pried my unwilling fingers off his manhood and stood up, showing off his glorious full frontal.

When he stepped out of the tub, water dripping from his delicious, hard chest and muscle-rippled legs, I was still staring at his impressive cock.

The death demigod snapped his fingers, and I blinked.

Full armor wrapped around him like a second skin.

He could dress and undress himself just like that. He could do the same for me, too, I supposed, yet he had taken the time to take off my panties and pull off his own underwear.

The Demigod of Death wasn’t always practical. He liked to play.

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