“I can’t take any more, Dade. Come back up here. I try to pull him back up, but it’s like heaving a brick. He trails his tongue down my stomach and comes to rest on my clit.
“Seriously. I can’t do this again. I can’t take anym…”
My words are swept away as he laps his tongue over my clit, eking out the second orgasm I professed I couldn’t cope with. My hands fist his hair as I break apart again, and this time I buck beneath him, no longer shackled.
His semen is still trickling down my legs, and it feels deliciously filthy as I come again. Do men still give orgasms after they’ve finished? Not in my experience, but then I’ve never experienced men giving me any orgasms, and Dade isn’t like any other man. I’m so not used to this. I’m not used to anything close to this.
“You need a shower,” he professes after poking his head back out from under the covers.
I muss his hair up. “You can talk.” His hair is dripping with sweat and his chin is coated with my juices, and probably his own cum. I’m not sure if it’s gross or the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Let’s take one together.”
My body feels like a limp rag as we make our way to the bathroom. He turns on the shower. I barely have the energy to stand, so I cling to him as he washes my hair, taking deliberate care before softly washing my body. When he’s done with me, he gives himself a quick clean and carries me back to the bed.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so exhausted in my entire life. So much has happened in the last twenty-four hours. It’s been horrific and amazing in equal measure.
Dade pulls me into the cocoon of his body where I would stay forever if I could. I do stay there for hours, sleeping softly in his arms and wings, tail wrapped round me, pretending the outside world doesn’t exist. I only wake up when my Hell Cell beeps.
“Don’t answer it,” Dade moans. “I’m not ready for this to be over.” He kisses me lightly on the forehead and my whole traitorous body reacts to him with a shiver of lust.
“It might be about Rowena. I need to know if she’s okay.” I stifle a yawn as I pick up the Hell Cell. There’s a message like I’ve never seen before. Unlike normal messages, it’s bright red with the word ‘alert’ written on top. I sit up and swipe right to read the full message. Panic engulfs me, and I inhale a breath as I read.
ALERT FOR DADE ANGELIS
“Shit!”
“What?” He sits up in bed. “Is Rowena okay?”
“It’s not about Rowena. It’s about you.”
I hold up the Hell Cell for him to see. We read the full message together.
DADE ANGELIS IS WANTED IN RESPECT TO AN INCIDENT LAST NIGHT. IF SEEN, PLEASE CONTACT NOÉMI LAURENT IMMEDIATELY.
He jumps out of bed and pulls on his trousers quickly as my heart begins to race.
“Where are you going?” I blurt out anxiously. “Stay here. Hide in my room.”
“There is no hiding,” Dade says. “If they want me, they can have me. I won’t put you in danger. As I said last night, they don’t know you were with me. They didn't see you. If I stay here, your life will be in danger.”
A whisper of desperation escapes my lips, “And what about yours?” In an instant, I'm out of the bed blocking his path.
He grabs his shirt from the ground and strides over to me. “Mine isn't as important as yours.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“Of course it isn’t,” he says, bringing his hand to my face. “You have Jenny to get to. My plan to get out of here is selfish. Yours is not.”
“You have the same reason to get out of here that I do. What about Emily?”
His eyes fill with a profound sadness. “Emily will already be in Heaven. There’s nothing to rescue her from. My wanting to get to her was always a selfish endeavor.”
“I’ll go with you,” I say in a desperate panic.
“No.” He shakes his head and then pauses as though he’s contemplating something. Something awful. When he speaks, his voice is resigned. “Stay here. Go to Remy and be with him. He is the perfect cover. They will never think it was you with me if they think you are dating Remy. You should go to him this morning.”
I stare at him in ragged disbelief. “Are you insane? I don’t want to go to Remy.”