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“You don’t have to . . .” He cleared his throat. There were high spots of color on his cheeks. His heart pounded against her chest. “You don’t have to reciprocate. I just wanted you to know.” The scar tissue made his flashy grin slightly crooked.
“You’re such an idiot.” Her thumbs smoothed his eyebrows, then followed the line of his cheekbones to the small bump in his nose, then his chin. “I loved you the minute you blackmailed me into taking that stupid test, because I could tell you’d always pursue what you wanted. A secret part of me hoped you’d want me.”
“Unlock these.” His voice was deep and firm, and he tried to pull her to him. “I want to feel you in my arms.”
A low giggle escaped Sacha. “Afraid not, lover boy. My turn, my rules.”
“You do realize”—his voice strained—“all I need to do is whisper a command to be free. Iama sorcerer, after all.”
“Go ahead.” She used a fingernail and scraped it down his chest. “If you don’t want to play.”
Fin released a snarl. “You’re a dirty little princess.”
“You’ve no idea, but you’re about to find out.” She straddled his legs, then dragged her mouth to his stomach, his hips, and lower. A smile of triumph turned the corners of her lips when her tongue teased his velvety flesh.
“Please.” He could no longer control his movements. “This is”—he panted—“pure torture.”
His plea almost undid her. Throwing off her clothes, she climbed atop and let him slide into her. He filled her heart, mind, and body.
She tilted her hips and began to rock with her eyelids closed, and she reveled in the building climax.
Metal clanked against stone, and she ignored it. The only thing she wanted to focus on was the sensation of his skin on hers.
Hot hands slid around her waist and flipped her back against the bed.
“What the—”
Fin buried his head into her chest but didn’t break the rhythm of his hips. “Never try to tame a sorcerer, love.” Hoarse, he spoke between breaths. “We’re quite volatile, and apt to take revenge.”
He slammed into her, and she clung to his shoulders. Everything fell away and all she could do was ride the waves of pleasure.
Chapter 40
Epilogue
Theemptymansionseemedsmaller.
Without occupants, it looked dismal and pathetic. Once spotless windows were hazy and grimy, and the manicured lawn birthed weeds and wilted flowerbeds.
Sacha turned to Fin. “Wish I could burn it to the ground.”
He eyed her for a few seconds, then hugged her frame to his chest. A finger lifted her chin to meet his stare. “Your wish is my command.” His wrist twisted, and a ball of flame danced on his palm. “Grab that dead branch on the ground over there.” He pointed near a pathway.
A few steps, and she returned.
His hand moved toward the end of the stick, and she met him halfway.
Once the wood was fully involved, the fire seemed to lick its tongues of flames toward the house with anticipation.
Torch in hand, she stepped to the dry vegetation near the front door and held the crackling heat against the deadfall until it caught.
The winter wood seemed eager to burn, and the blaze climbed higher with crawling fingers of red and orange destruction.
When the first tendrils of smoke wafted toward Sacha, Cyan stirred from where he slept around Fin’s neck.
A loud shriek pierced the countryside, and he flew toward the ravenous fire engulfing the estate. Yellow eyes with narrow black pupils turned in Sacha’s direction, and a shrill scream rushed from his mouth.
Sacha glanced at Fin. “What did he say?”
