Page 90 of Living with Death

“I need to know you’re in this with me.” He slowly slides back inside. “You’re so warm,” he breathes.

“I’m in this.”

He grabs my ass, pulling me flush against him, so I feel every inch. My head hits the cabinet behind me. His thick, hard cock presses against my G-spot, causing a moan to slip from my lips. He kisses my collarbone, licking up my neck.

He repeats the motion until my thighs tighten, and I come again, gripping his hips with my thighs. He pumps slowly, letting me ride out my orgasm, and then he chases his own, releasing inside me with a growl.

I kiss his lips, licking his tongue and teeth, touching his back, and sliding my nails along his tattoos.

He looks into my eyes, still inside me—so much emotion swarming inside those dark eyes. I brush the hair from his forehead.

“I love you. Do you know that?” The words come out with a breath, filled with so much passion because I do. I love him so much it hurts.

He smiles against my lips. “Yes, darling, I know.”

*

We’re sitting on throw pillows and blankets with the fire burning. The smell of fresh paint and wood varnish fills the old house. Boxes of Chinese takeout are scattered around us, and a bottle of wine sits between my legs. I’m beyond happy but even more curious. What now? What happens next?

Azrael’s arms stretch out behind him. He’s shirtless, and I’m in the sweats I wore after the hospital. “I got Cassie some help,” I say, putting a mouthful of noodles between my lips.

He smiles. “Good.”

He reaches for the wine between my legs, taking a long pull.

I chew thoughtfully. “I hope she’ll accept the help, and I pray it changes her life. I understand she’ll never get over losing her child, but perhaps somewhere down the road, she’ll find happiness again. Everyone deserves to be happy. Well, maybe not Wes. What did you do with him, anyway?”

He swallows his wine, licking his lips. “You really wish to know?”

“Yes.”

“He’ll never walk again.”

My eyes widen. “Wow,” I murmur, looking down at my food. “Perhaps I should feel bad for him, but I don’t.” He took advantage of me. He knew he could overpower me, and he did. To know he won’t ever be able to do that to another…well, it’s justified.

I wrap another bite of noodles around my chopstick.

“The house is looking lovely,” Azrael says.

“Isn’t it? The furniture I’ve chosen is going to look perfect in here.”

He nods, but his expression changes.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Nothing. Eat your noodles.” He smiles, but I can tell he’s not saying what he’s thinking, and I’m afraid of what he may be thinking.

Am I going to have to give all of this up?

I inhale, put the noodles to the side, and reach for the bottle. He hands it to me, and I take a sip. I lock that thought away for now.

“Can you tell me what happened at the store with Sam and me?”

He lifts a brow. “There’s a portal on that aisle. You two pissed off some lost souls.”

My eyes widen. “What?”

He lifts his shoulder.

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