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And with that single word, the tension inside Adrian snapped. He cried out as pleasure crashed over him like a tidal wave, every nerve ending alight with ecstasy. He felt himself shatter and come apart in Knox’s arms, the incubus’s shadow drawing every last drop of energy from him as he found his release.
Knox held him through it all, strong arms wrapped around Adrian as he drowned in his climax.
Adrian’s body felt boneless, drained in a way that was both satisfying and terrifying. He had never felt so completely used, yet simultaneously so cared for.
"Are you alright?" Knox asked.
Adrian nodded weakly, struggling to find his voice. "Yeah," he managed to whisper. "I think so."
Knox smiled softly and kissed Adrian’s forehead. "You were incredible," he murmured.
Adrian blushed deeply at the praise, not entirely sure how to respond. He had not been incredible. He hadn’t even taken his pants off.
Knox hugged him close. "Shut your eyes now. Relax. You’re okay."
That actually sounded really nice. Adrian didn’t put up a fight as he let Knox’s words lull him into a sense of safety. For once, his brain was absolutely, blissfully empty.
Before he knew it, he was asleep.
Chapter
Eight
Adrian woke slowly, awareness returning in hazy fragments. He wasn’t sure how long he’d slept. The scent of his favorite demon lingered in the air—that rainy, masculine scent that he was starting to associate with something that made him want to wrap himself in that smell. A weight pressed against his side, warm and solid.
He opened his eyes, and his breath hitched. Knox was watching him.
His gaze was intense, unwavering, his gray eyes darker than usual, as if reflecting the remnants of a storm that had passed through them both. A flicker of something raw and primal lingered in their depths, a desire that resonated within Adrian.
His heart stuttered in his chest, his body remembering the intimacy they’d shared, the way Knox had made him feel—as if he was good enough when he knew he wasn’t. Shame and exhilaration warred within him. He wanted to hide his face.
Instead, it was Knox who turned away first, as if he could sense Adrian’s discomfort.
He was perfect, wasn’t he?
Impossible, and yet, rightherein this room with Adrian.
Adrian had not been dreaming him up after all.
Knox pointed at the television mounted on the opposite wall. "I was attempting to decipher the workings of this… contraption. Is it the same thing I saw at your grandmother’s house?" he asked. "Can it be used to locate the Shadow King?"
Adrian suppressed a sigh. Of course that was what Knox was thinking about, and he wasrightto be thinking about that. He’d made out with Adrian only to restore his magic so he could fight his age-old enemy.
Adrian could not allow himself to forget that. Their little make-out session had been nothing more than a means to an end for the incubus.
Clearing his throat, he pushed himself up into a sitting position and put his glasses back on. "It’s a television." He reached for the remote control on the nightstand. "Here," he said, holding it out to Knox. "You use this to switch it on."
Knox picked up the remote, examining it with a frown. "Curious," he murmured, pressing a button.
The television flickered to life and a cartoon featuring a talking sponge and a starfish wearing pants filled the screen.
Adrian watched Knox’s reaction, stifling a laugh as the incubus stared at the television with a bewildered expression. "What is this?"
"It’s a cartoon," Adrian said. "Pictures someone drew and animated to tell a story. Don’t take it too seriously."
"Why is the starfish wearing pants?"
"Maybe he thinks they’re comfortable?" Adrian suggested, never having given the question any thought before. "It’s a children’s program. They probably don’t want to promote nudity."
