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Her fingers dug into the sheet. “Yes.”

“Me too.” I liked it a lot. The badass, take-no-crap Reaper underneath me, moaning and begging and desperate for my cock.

“I’m in the mood for slow.” I pulled out, thrust in a bit deeper. “And hard.” I rocked my hips forward in a firm thrust.

She groaned. “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”

“Touch yourself.” I stroked in and out again. “Like this.” I reached a hand between her and the pillow and rubbed her plump little clit.

She obediently slid her hand between her thighs.

“Good girl. Don’t stop until you come.”

Her inner muscles tightened on me, telling me she liked me taking charge, telling her what to do, praising her.

I pushed in, smacked the side of her ass. “Say it,” I told her. “Say you won’t stop until you come.”

“I…won’t stop. Until I come.” Her muscles clenched around me again like the sensations were so good she couldn’t help herself. “Zaq…” She drew out my name, turned it into a low, primal sound of want and need.

I slapped her ass a couple of more times, enjoying how she moaned and wriggled beneath me, then gripped her hips and started fucking her in earnest.

We climaxed one after the other. She came first, a series of small contractions that sent waves of pleasure up my spine.

And then my balls exploded, and my cock jerked in a shock of bliss that made my brain go first bright, then blank.

I heaved myself to the side and collapsed on the mattress beside her.

Inside, the beast gave a toothy grin and settled back, satisfied. For now.

Ridley remained on her stomach. I opened my eyes to find her staring at me. There was something unguarded in her expression, something that made my throat catch. Before I could analyze it, her face blanked and her coffee-colored lashes swept down.

I nuzzled her neck and got up to take a shower.

When I returned, she was seated naked on the mattress, legs folded yoga-style, waiting her turn at the bathroom.

I took a single, greedy look—I had a feeling I’d never get tired of her lean ninja body—then grabbed my clothes and got dressed.

“I think it’s time I call my father. I’m never going to get to him this way.”

She pursed her lips, then nodded. “But not here.”

“No. I was thinking Times Square subway station. Even if he was able to pinpoint our location, we’d be gone before anyone got to us.”

We set out a half hour later, me in my human camouflage and Ridley wearing her purple-haired, cute-sixteen-year-old glamour.

We hadn’t even reached the subway station when Ridley nudged me. “Look. On the newsstand.”

I followed her gaze to a tabloid with a large photo of Rafe and Princess Zoe on the first page.

Rafe had escaped from Moreau?

I tossed the newsstand operator a five and snatched up a copy, holding it so we could both see the headline: Angel Thaws Ice Princess’s Heart. A smaller subhead read, “New York’s own Prince Charming Finds Eternal Love.”

According to the short article beneath the picture, Rafe and Zoe had been photographed in Paris, their arms around each other, locked in a clinch. The reporter speculated that this would end the Kral-Tremblay blood-feud once and for all.

“He’s free.” Ridley bumped my shoulder and grinned at me.

I studied the photo. “What if this was taken before Moreau got ahold of him?”

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