Page 139 of The Demon Court

Shockingly, heat bloomed low in her belly at his words. Why would she want to sleep with him now? She was hardly awake and she should be tired, exhausted, weak from laying in this bed for two weeks but she... wasn’t.

All she wanted was him. To feel that connection between them again and to know that they were both very much alive.

“I love you,” she whispered, drawing him down to kiss her again. “I wanted to say it a thousand times before that moment, and I shouldn’t have said it when I was dying. But I love you. More than anything else in this world.”

He kissed her back as though he were the one in pain. As though without touching her, he would waste away into nothing.

“I was so afraid of losing you,” he whispered, drawing away from her lips and peppering her skin with kisses. “The thought of life without you by my side is bleak, my moon, my love.”

His love?

She sank back into the sheets as he rolled over her. His eyes blazed and she could see it. The love that burned through him like a star.

“I love you,” he said, deep and heartrendingly beautiful. “I love you, Selene, my moon, my sorceress. You wove a spell around my heart and I have no desire to ever break it. Or you. Or this life we will build together.”

Every bit of ice that might have remained inside her melted, and she felt it rushing through her. Burning away anything that would ever make her afraid of feeling her emotions again. This was him. Their love that turned her entire world upside down and inside out. It was perfect.

He kissed her again, his hands turning to fists in the sheets. “You are unwell,” he whispered, dragging his lips down her throat. “You should rest.”

“I have rested for two weeks. What I need is you.”

The low growl that came out of his mouth sent her into a near frenzy. The damned blankets were trapping her underneath him, and he used that to his advantage. Lust leaned back onto his heels, his entire body on display for her.

And she had to lie there and watch while he slowly pulled his shirt off. Revealing ropes of muscles that she wanted to lick, flexed abs, and a broad chest that made her entire body heat. She tried to reach for him, but he was just beyond the length of her arms and the blankets pinned her down next to his knees. She had to settle with laying her hands on his thick thighs, knowing that small touch would never be enough.

“Slow,” he murmured as he leaned back within reach.

Her hands didn’t know what that meant. She wanted to touch him, all of him, without any barriers of feelings or fabric between them.

She wanted to know what sex felt like with someone she was desperately in love with.

But he would not let her.

Lust slowly pulled the blankets back, revealing inch by inch of her naked body. And he took his time with every inch that he found. His lips traced her collarbone, feather light and oh so soft. His fingers moved over the swell of her breast, plucking at one nipple while he only licked the other. Every touch was so delicate and nowhere near enough. His tongue trailed down her belly, licking a path between her legs that had her arching into him.

But he ignored the obvious destination and instead rained kisses down her legs, all the way to her toes.

“What are you doing?” she hissed. “I thought—“

“I want to make sure that every inch of you is healed,” he said, his eyes meeting hers as he crawled back up her body. “I want to see every part of you that was wounded, and I want to kiss it better.”

Oh.

Well, who was she to complain?

He flipped her over and gave her spine the same treatment as her front. His lips trailed down her back, pressing kisses to every vertebrae that had shattered on impact, every rib that had broken, every bruise that was no longer there.

“I didn’t kill her,” he whispered against the small of her back, where he had spent time laving each dimple with his tongue. “She’s yours to deal with when you’re ready.”

“Who?” Her mind whirled, trying to think of anything other than his touch.

“Exactly.”

With one arm around her waist, he lifted her up onto all fours. Immediately her pussy clenched, already dripping for him and the sensation of his too large cock sliding into her depths.

But it wasn’t his cock that touched her. Oh no, he had other plans.

Gasping at the sensation of him everywhere, Selene held her breath as he licked from those dimples at the base of her spine, all the way down to her pussy, and everything in between.

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