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“Humm—”
Amelia shifted away from him.
“Your father made enemies with some very dangerous people.” Liam continued. “And if Storegenko is out there stirring the pot, sooner or later, one of these people your father pissed off will catch on and come looking. And they won’t care about some painting or your connection to it. They are coming for blood.”
Amelia buried her face in her hands. Though she wanted to cry, she had to be strong. She couldn’t crumble under the weight of his words.
After a moment, Liam’s large palm rested against her back and rubbed. He was close. She knew without even looking up. His facial hair dragged against the side of her temple as he kissed her head.
“The best way to fight a demon is to send a worse one in.” Liam’s voice cracked. “And trust me, Hummingbird, the only way they’ll get to you is over my dead body. This demon protects what’s his.”
Without a word, Amelia turned and cuddled against his chest. Liam held onto her, his strong arms engulfing her like the welcomed lullaby of a wave. It was hard to understand how a man who called himself a demon could make her feel so safe and wanted. Was it because she was suddenly being drawn to darkness? Maybe it was because for all his self-doubt, Liam wasn’t truly a bad person.
“Why don’t you get some sleep?” Liam asked. “Tomorrow is going to be a long day.”
“You’re probably right.”
But she didn’t move until Liam kissed her head. When she leaned away, Amelia meant to do exactly as he’d suggested—or at least try. But instead, she framed his face, his beard tickling her palms, and kissed him. Liam sighed under her mouth, spread his lips and accepted her affections. He slid his palms against her sides, around to her back and pulled her off the sofa and fulling into his body. She moaned, giving him control of the kiss she started.
When he finally lifted his head, she smiled, extricated her body from his arms and made her way to the bed. Though she wanted him, Amelia knew it would have to wait. Liam was tired—she felt it in the tremble of his hand against her back, saw it in the darkened abyss of his eyes.
He climbed into the bed with her and she scooted close to bury her face into his neck. Even so, she was careful not to touch his wounded arm as she moved her arm to draw him even nearer.
Chapter 12
“Liam?”
He didn’t want to wake up but the urgency in Amelia’s voice caused Wraith to open his eyes. She was staring down at him in the early morning light, looking beautiful with her hair a righteous mess and his shirt falling off one of her shoulders.
“What’s the matter?” He managed.
“Make love to me.”
“I thought women didn’t get morning wood?” Wraith quirked a brow.
“I don’t know about wood.” She averted her gaze. “We don’t have to. I was kinda hoping—”
Wraith wrapped his arms around her, rolled them over to trap her body beneath his. “I would love to, Hummingbird. But we’re fresh out of protection. And we can’t exactly run to the corner store.”
He nipped at her neck then dragged his tongue upward to her mouth. “But I’ll give you a little something to hold you over—what do you say?” Wraith lifted his head to meet her yes. She smiled at him, the only permission he needed.
For a silent moment, she traced his lips with her thumbs. Wraith allowed her the time she needed, to touch him, to drag her palm across his cheeks then down to his shoulders. Amelia wrapped her legs around his hips, causing his body to fall flush against her. His cock pressed intimately through his clothes and hers.
Amelia sighed and wiggled her hips.
Wraith nibbled at her neck even as his fingers sought entrance to her core. He played with her, feeling her hot and wet in his hand. She gasped, body arched into him while tangling her arms around his neck. The sound of his name escaping her lips was music, a breathy symphony of pleasure which pushed his arousal higher.
“Don’t hold back, Hummingbird,” Wraith demanded. “Give me what I want.”
“I…” She trembled into him. “Liam…”
She tightened around his fingers as her body bucked with her pleasure.
“I’m right here,” Wraith whispered, soothing her.
“Don’t let go,” Amelia whimpered. “Please, don’t let go.”
“I won’t.” He tightened his arm around her. “I’ll never let go.”
