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When he broke away, that menacing smile that weakened my insides returned.
“Catch your breath, Ziyka. I’m not done with you yet.” Wolfe lifted me off the table and set me down in front of it. “Now bend over.”
One hand flattened between my shoulder blades, pressing me down so my breasts met the cool wood. He gripped my hip with his other hand, positioning himself to take me again.
My heart tripped over itself, and fire blazed over my skin.
I couldn’t get enough of him, either.
Wolfe Nightblade was the only escape I cravedand the prison I’d choose to be lost in forever.
Chapter 52
Elariya
“What the Moon Saw Between Us”
My hand swept across the cool sheets of Wolfe’s bed, searching for warmth that wasn’t there.
His scent still clung to the linen, but the space beside me was empty. The faintest trace of his heat lingered, proof he’d been here not long ago.
Outside, the world was steeped in that deep, heavy darkness before dawn—at least, I thought it was dawn.
The last two days had bled together until I couldn’t tell night from morning. Wolfe and I had hardly left this bed, devouring each other until the frantic edge of our hunger eased into something slower… deeper.
Somewhere between shadows and light, I’d lost all sense of time. But now, I was alone again. Or… not.
A faint shuffle came from the window. I turned onto my side and found Wolfe sitting in the bay, bare-chested, a cigar smoldering between his fingers. Pale light painted whispers of silver over his skin, mingling with the blue embers at the tip.
He’d been watching me, staring at me with that possessive intensity that made my pulse trip. My heart swelled at the sight of him, and for a fleeting moment, I let myself forget everything that wasn’t him. I didn’t want to return to reality yet.
Because in that space where truth waited, I knew my time was running out. The reset was approaching, and with it, I’d lose all memories of him.
“Missing me, Ziyka?” His voice was low, edged in smoke. He exhaled a ring of blue haze that drifted toward the window.
The sound of him, the sight of him, pulled me right back into the fantasy. I sat up and smiled. “I am.”
“Then come here.”
I wrapped the sheet around my body and padded over. He stubbed out the cigar, set it in the ashtray, and pulled me into his lap.
Wolfe gave me a quick kiss, then looked me over, slipping his arm around me to pull me closer. The usual fire in his eyes was muted, replaced by something darker that spoke of trouble. Something must have happened while I was asleep.
“You’re awake early,” he murmured, brushing his nose against mine.
“So are you.”
His lips curved faintly. “This isn’t early for me. Some nights, I don’t sleep. I like to be up before the sun. It’s easier to think when the world’s quiet.”
“You sound troubled. What’s happened? I mean… aside from the obvious.”
“We shouldn’t talk now, Ziyka.” His hand brushed my cheek. “I’d rather you rest. That way, I can watch you until sunrise and pretend we’re not down another day. I can pretend I have more than eight days left before you forget.”
The sadness in his voice pulled something tight in my chest. I glanced at the shadowed trees outside, forcing back the sting in my eyes.
I looked back at him and pulled in a slow breath. “These were the best days of my life, Wolfe,” I whispered. “The very best.”
“Mine too, Ziyka.” His gaze didn’t waver. “And I’ve lived for a very long time.”
