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"That's it," I encouraged, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, her throat. "Let go for me. Be such a good girl."
She came with my name on her lips, her body shuddering beneath mine, inner muscles clenching rhythmically around my length in a way that nearly drove me over the edge. The sight of her lost in pleasure, knowing I had brought her there, was the most beautiful thing I'd ever witnessed.
I continued to move within her, drawing out her climax, watching in fascination as waves of pleasure washed over her face. When she finally went limp beneath me, her eyes found mine, dazed and satisfied.
"Don't stop," she whispered, her hands sliding up to cup my face. "I want to feel you."
The tenderness in her voice undid me completely. I surged forward, claiming her mouth as my hips snapped against hers with increasing urgency. My release built at the base of my spine, tension coiling tight as centuries of loneliness shattered beneath the weight of this single perfect moment.
When I finally came, it was with a guttural groan against her lips, my body shuddering as pleasure crashed through me in waves that seemed endless. In that moment, I felt more vulnerable, more exposed than I had in millennia, and yet safer than I'd ever been, held in the circle of her arms.
We lay tangled together afterward, her head pillowed on my chest, my fingers tracing lazy patterns along her spine. Neither of us spoke, wrapped in a comfortable silence that felt like its own form of intimacy.
"Aldaine?" Rosie's voice was soft, drowsy with satisfaction.
"Hmm?" I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.
"Tomorrow, we'll talk about everything?"
I tightened my arms around her, knowing she was referring to our contract, to the supernatural bond forming between us, to the future that stretched before us with all its complications and uncertainties.
"Tomorrow," I promised. "I'll tell you everything."
She nodded against my chest, her breathing already slowing as she drifted toward sleep. "Good."
I held her close, marveling at the trust implicit in her ability to fall asleep in my arms, to put off difficult conversations until morning in favor of rest and connection. In all my long existence, I'd never known such peace as I found in the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against mine.
Tomorrow would bring its challenges. There were truths to be told, decisions to be made. But tonight, in this quiet room with Rosie curled trustingly against me, I allowed myself to simply be.
Chapter Twenty-Four
CHAPTER 24: ROSIE
Iawoke to warmth surrounding me, the solid press of Aldaine's chest against my back, his arm draped possessively over my waist. This was how the last several mornings had begun, wrapped in his embrace, safe and wanted. I'd never been a morning person, but waking up next to him made me reconsider my stance.
The faintest hint of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting the room in a gentle golden glow. I stretched carefully, trying not to disturb him, but his arm tightened around me.
"Good morning," he murmured against my hair, his voice rough with sleep. The sound sent a pleasant shiver down my spine.
"Morning," I replied, turning in his arms to face him. No matter how many times I saw him like this, hair tousled, eyes soft with sleep, guard completely down, it still took my breath away. This powerful demon, who'd literally crashed into my life through an ancient book, now looked at me like I was his entire world.
His fingers traced the curve of my jaw, so achingly gentle it made my chest tighten. "Did you sleep well?"
"Better than I have in years," I confessed, pressing a kiss to his palm. "Though I'm not sure how much sleeping we actually did."
A slow smile spread across his face, sending heat pooling low in my belly. "Complaints?"
"Not a single one."
His hand slid down my neck, fingers brushing over his mark. Even that light touch sent sparks of pleasure through my body, making me gasp. The connection between us was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, physical, emotional, maybe even spiritual. And today, finally, I would understand exactly what it meant.
"Shower?" I suggested, needing to clear my head before our promised conversation.
Aldaine's eyes darkened. "Together?"
"That was the idea," I replied, already slipping out of bed. I felt his gaze following me as I walked naked to the bathroom, and couldn't resist throwing a glance over my shoulder. "Coming?"
His answering growl was all the response I needed.
