Page 119 of Impenitent Claim

As if he heard my inner plea, Ilya agreed. “I demand to see your face when you come, beautiful priestess. Something this sweet is a thing of rare beauty,” he rasped.

“No!” I cried.

The monster stilled.

“It’s forbidden,” I whispered with a wave of my hand.

“I’m a god, aren’t I?” Ilya growled.

Fuck, that bordered blasphemy.

It’s a fantasy. Ilya gave me those, always ready to play along.I think I’m in love.

No—not think. I knew I was.

“A god may take my body, but I claim my face,” I countered.

Something dangerous rumbled in his chest. It was the only warning I received before he tugged me from the chair, pulling me to the floor. “I can’t resist you, cunning priestess. You worship stone in your cold, unfeeling temple. But tonight, on the eve of battle, you worship living flesh and bone.”

There was no foreplay, no torment. We seemed to know and understand without it being spoken just what we needed—that was each other.

One of these days, I would lay naked in his arms, see him fully undressed, and memorize every inch of his skin. For now, it was this hard and fast coming together, and I was equally content with that.

Cock unleashed, he roughly settled between my legs and joined us in one, hard thrust. Our stifled groans filled the room. He began to fuck me hard.

“Is this how you imagined it? Hmm? When you read your spicy little books and dreamed of a creature from theunderworld or from the court of nightmares crawling through your window, siren?”

Through the all-consuming pleasure, I managed to nod. Words failed me—absolutely failed me.

“Then I swear to you, you’ll never escape my clutches now that I have you.”

“Good,” I choked.

Ilya roughly palmed my breast. Without lifting the veil, he bent, pinching the lump of flesh so that his teeth could score over the material.

The muscles in my core tightened.

I gripped his shoulders hard, digging my nails into the flesh. There might be a shirt in the way, but I would leave my mark.

“Hold tight, priestess, your god is going to bind you eternally to his side.”

With a hard snap of his hips, Ilya pushed deep. His body convulsed as he emptied himself inside me. My own reaction was immediate, greedily claiming everything he gave me with a fierce burst of pleasure.

His hard hand clamped over my mouth. The sharp sting from the bruised flesh was shadowed by the intensity of the orgasm. “You’re a noisy little thing, rusalka.”

I let out a breathless laugh. I was.

“Thank you,” I mumbled around his hand.

“For the orgasm?” He cocked his head.

I pushed his fingers away. “For playing the game. I know people think I’m silly; the truth is, they don’t know the half of it. How I’m always running around in a fairytale, how I’m always imagining things.”

“I don’t think you’re silly,” he promised, sincerity strong in his voice. “I think you’re wonderful. The most incredible creature I’ve ever seen.”

Those words warmed my heart.

“But you don’t know what you’re signing up for with me,” I protested.

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