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But my body couldn’t lie the way my mind could, the aching between my legs becoming almost unbearable.

I reached between us, hand gently skimming his hardness before tearing the button securing his trousers.

“Not so fast,” he murmured against my lips. “I’m going to savour every fucking second of you.”

He gripped the material of the plain white dress I’d worn for dinner, tearing it from my body in one fluid motion.

My nipples peaked against the air, a small gasp escaping me at his roughness.

His eyes roamed my body, caressing every curve with a dark look that shot warmth to my core. Teeth grazing his bottom lip, he walked straight past me, and a small, annoyed noise escaped me.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” he murmured, voice a deep gravel. He picked up the vertical mirror, muscles flexing beneath the weight.

“It’s been mere days since we made the bargain,” I replied, crossing my arms over my exposed breasts.

He placed the mirror at the foot of the bed, his dimples deepening with the wicked smirk that slid across his mouth.

“Yet I’ve been waiting centuries.” Something in my chest fluttered, the walls he had slammed down between us lifting and angst filled my chest in a constant ache. The love he felt was vast enough to lose myself in completely.

I do not want this, I whispered through my mind, but just as quickly that dark voice inside of me shot back, Yes, you do.

“I know you don’t think you want me,” he said slowly, pushing the sleeves of his button up over his corded forearms. “So, you’re going to watch me fuck you. Then,” he said, throat bobbing as he paused. “You won’t be able to lie to yourself.”

My stomach fluttered at his filthy words.

He walked towards me, moving behind while I held my breath.

His hands gripped my waist, thumbs drawing slow, reassuring circles against my skin.

He sat on the end of the bed, pulling me down between his open legs. I sat with a rigid spine,

a shiver tearing through me at the depravity of what he was about to do to me. At the slick heat gathering between my thighs.

I don’t want this, I repeated through my mind. But that monstrous part of me had wanted him from the moment I saw him at Ascension.

His hands moved from my hips and dug into my thighs, gently urging them apart. He tsked when I clenched them together, refusing to give in to his touch.

His voice rumbled low in his chest, the sound vibrating into my back. “Come on, spread your legs for me.”

I let out a shuddering breath and squeezed my eyes shut, as if it could save me from the sight of us, from the heat of his body surrounding mine, from the cruel, aching truth that some desperate part of me wanted to obey.

“Don’t you dare take your eyes off us,” he warned, his voice low enough to make my thighs tremble as they parted for him.

My eyes fluttered open, reluctantly trailing to the mirror. The sight of us was devastating.

My naked body was laid bare, trapped within Helion’s arms, his legs pressing against my outer thighs as if he wanted me to see every ruined, wanting part of myself.

His eyes darkened when they met mine in the glass, a devastating look on his face as he traced his fingers through my wetness with unbearable tenderness.

“So perfect,” he praised, circling gently over my sensitive flesh. “You would look more perfect filled with me, don’t you think, wife?”

I swallowed the moan rising in my throat, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing the pleasure he was dragging from me.

But his fingers were practiced, cruel things, circling my clit with a tantalising softness that made defiance feel impossible. My body betrayed me before I could stop it, hips arching into his touch as if I wanted to be ruined by his hands.

He cupped my breast in one hand, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger until the sting made me gasp.

“Answer me,” he demanded.