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“I see,” he replied, amused at her sudden bashfulness.
“I guess I should go home. I have class tomorrow afternoon.”
“Okay,” he said, his voice growing hoarse.
“I’ll take you.”
Ash stood up, his whole body trembling with emotion.
Was it creepy if he hid himself from sight and stayed within a reasonable distance?
Like in her backyard?
Fuck.
Yes, that was creepy. Even for him. But his chest positively ached when he thought of leaving her home.
“Ash?” her quiet voice reached him, and he spun round on his heels to look at her sweet face.
“Yes?”
“Would it be okay, that is, I don’t want to sound like a nut, but could I stay here tonight? I just feel better, here, with you,” she said the last two words so lowly he wasn’t quite sure he’d heard her correctly.
“You want to stay here?”
“I can sleep on the couch?—”
“No!” he said forcefully.
“You’re right. Good grief, I can’t believe I even suggested that. I am sorry if I overstepped?—”
“No, that’s not what I meant. I meant yes, yes, Gabby. Of course, you can stay here, but no it will not be on my couch. Come, you shall have my room.”
She would sleep in comfort, and he would stand guard over her. Even if it killed him to have her so close and not touch her.
A test of willpower maybe?
Allowing her this close tonight, only to take her back to the surface tomorrow, might just kill him. But he would not die. No way. He had so much to look forward to with her in his life. This was simply a test. A really fucking tough test of his willpower and desire to put her needs first. His body strained, hands itching to touch, lips wanting to kiss, and cock twitching, eager to plunder.
Fucking hell.
Asmodeus, Demon of Lust, was in for one extremely uncomfortable night. Oh well. His dick would survive, he mused. He was a soldier, after all. And better suffer with her in his home than have her leave it.
Yeah. His body would be fine being near her and keeping his hands to himself, no matter how difficult. He just didn’t know if his heart would be.
Grrr.
Chapter
Eight
Gabriella stretched and met the dawn, or what passed for it in the Underworld, with a small yawn and tired eyes, blinking against the reddish orange glow streaming in from the drapes.
It was a little strange, but she was fine. In fact, she’d never slept so peacefully in her life. The silk sheets felt so good beneath her, even if they were black. A color that reminded her of sex and sin, though she’d never really indulged all that much.
They made her feel decadent and naughty.
Imagine a Sunday school teacher on black silk!
