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“I am, Hugh, I am. Now that you made me bring it all up,” I started, grabbing the sheet and twisting it. “Think you can stay with me? Those thoughts always bring up nightmares.”

Chapter 4

***** Demon *****

She looked so frail laying there; how could I tell her no? I knew it would be the death of me, lying next to her side all night.

But what a way to go.

With her in my arms.

Her scent surrounding me.

The two other best ways?

Being suffocated by her pussy on my face.

And dying with my dick buried in her cunt.

She lifted a brow, as if this was a hardship and she had every right to question me. I mean, this was an easy yes, but I hadn’t told her anything.

“You want to be the death of me, don’t you?”

“No, Hugh, not at all. But I feel so much better, safer, with you around.”

“Vixen,” I started, pushing her hair out of her face, “there is no safer with you around. I know you think I pushed you away last time-”

“You did,” she told me, effectively cutting me off.

“Not because I wanted to. Believe me, I wanted to do a lot more for you then. Shit, I want to do a whole lot more now. You had to have felt how hard I was?”

“He might have been up.”

“I didn’t want anything to happen to you. I could have given two shits about me, but your dad had already warned all of us. I honestly could have died and would have been happy, but the thought of anything happening to you because I was stupid, that didn’t sit right. Hell, it doesn’t sit right now. But your dad thinks I’m dead, so…” I trailed off, moving back a bit to give her some air.

You could cut the tension between us, and not of all it was sexual. In the last few hours, there were more confessions than I’m sure neither one of us thought would spill out.

“I’ve never had anyone fight for me, you know,” she whispered, and I looked at her. Her eyes twinkled, as if the thought warmed her. And her lips lifted slightly, as if the concept was new. But it shouldn’t be. Her dad should have fought for her.

“It’s a shame, Brandi. You’re far too beautiful, inside and out, to have not had someone defend you. To not want to take a stand for you. Now, scoot over.”

“Aren’t you changing?” Her eyes raked over my upper body that was clad in just a t-shirt. I knew what she wanted, but I also knew I was playing with something explosive if I stripped down. But the look on her face caught me.

With a sigh, I stood up, and yanked my clothing off, letting it fall at my feet.

Her eyes trailed over my skin, I’m sure, clocking the scars and then downward to a dick that was hard and pushing against myboxer briefs. Her teeth caught her lip, and I had to fight back the unwanted groan, knowing that I was only getting harder at the heat in her eyes.

This one did not play fair.

She slowly grinned, wiggled her eyebrows, and then tapped the bed next to her.

Yup, death, that’s the only way this night will end.

“You’re going to kill me,” I whispered as I climbed into bed next to her and pulled the cover over us. She turned slightly so she could trace a tattoo on my pec and nodded.

“Then we can both die happy.”

Her warm breath fluttered over my skin, and I almost lost it all over again. I closed my eyes and then loosely wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. I breathed her in, letting it all soothe my restless soul.

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