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He breathes out, a flicker of tension leaving his shoulders, but it doesn’t change the way he’s looking at me. Like he’s deciding how fast he wants to close the distance.
“Good,” he mutters, before turning to Santo. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Santo nods sharply, mutters something to Vasilisa, and guides her back toward the doors with a protective hand on her spine.
The second the door clicks shut, Angelo moves.
He closes the space between us in three purposeful strides, eyes locked on mine, and then his hand wraps around the back of my neck—firm, possessive,his.He pulls me in, crushing my body to his as he breathes me in, the warmth and weight of him stealing the air from my lungs.
His mouth finds mine, and I taste the war on him, the iron and smoke, the hunger he’s held back all day. His lips are demanding, bruising, a reminder of who he is, and who I am to him.
His forehead drops to mine, breath ragged, his hand still gripping the back of my neck like he can’t let go. Like he won’t.
“What happens tomorrow?” I whisper, voice low, our lips still brushing.
His eyes open, dark and sharp, a king in the quiet before war.
“They gave us everything,” he says, voice low, meant only for me. “We know where Arsen is. We know some of his plans. Tomorrow, we meet at NovaRael. It’s time to strike first.”
The knot in my stomach tightens, fear threading through me, but I force myself to breathe. I chose this. I chose him.
“Then I want to go.”
His jaw ticks, and for a moment, his eyes search mine, that dark gaze testing, seeing if I’ll break.
“You’re sure?”
I nod once, steady. “If I’m in this with you, I’m in it. Don’t make me ask twice.”
A low sound vibrates in his chest, something close to a laugh but darker, edged with hunger and relief. His thumb brushes along my jaw as he studies me.
“You fucking wreck me, Tesoro,” he murmurs, forehead still pressed to mine.
I glance around the estate, at the familiar shape of the stairs, the gleam of the dark tile beneath us, the makings of our future wrapping around us like smoke.
“Let’s stay here tonight,” I say softly.
His brow lifts, surprised. “You want to stay?”
“Most of our things are already here. And soon, this will be our second home. Might as well start treating it like one.”
A slow smile curves his lips, dangerous and soft all at once. The smallest bit of tension drains from him, like he hadn’t realized how badly he needed to hear that.
“Let’s stay,” he says, voice rough.
I slide my hands up his chest, feeling the heat of him, the steady beat of the heart that belongs to me. “Come shower with me,Sinner. You’recovered in blood and smoke and war, and I want you clean when you’re inside me.”
His eyes darken instantly, pupils swallowing the gray, as his hands tighten on my hips.
“Lead the way, Tesoro.”
Chapter 50
Angelo
Ifelt it as soon as she slipped from my arms and left the bed.
But I let her. I wait.
