I was hot and wet and itchy and wanting.

Whatever he’d fed us made me lose all inhibition as I crawled onto him, knocking him to the floor.

For a moment, he splayed on his back with me fully gowned on top of him. His hot heavy gaze met mine, and there was a precious, perfect moment of oneness. But then he smirked a vulgar, soul-slicing smile, and he shoved me backward.

I fell to the side, my skirts floating around my legs.

“You think you can rush me, wife?” He stood on his knees, looking down at me. Without looking away, he tore off the ruins of his shirt then dropped his fist to his cock and masturbated blatantly before me. “Your mouth felt too good, Jinx. You almost made me come.”

I groaned and writhed on the floor.

“Is that what you want? Do you want to come?” He dug his thumb into the top of his cock and quaked.

I nodded, shamelessly grasping my breasts through the opals.

“You know what to do then, don’t you?” He continued touching himself, vain and villainous. Switching to his left hand, he commanded, “Get on your knees, get out of that gown, and slide your deliciously drenched pussy onto my fingers.” He held up his right hand, spearing three fingers upward just as he had when we’d first met.

I suffered a full-body quake.

Bands of release threatened to explode just from his crude gesture. Unlike elixir that stripped away my thoughts and control, this new aphrodisiac made me embrace all my badness, my wetness, and sexual power.

With shaking hands, I obeyed him.

Ripping at stitches and tearing at silk, I shoved off velvet and opals then kneeled before him naked. My chest rose and fell, my breathing noisy and needy. And Sully’s savage stare corrupted me as I crawled to him, balanced on one knee then raised one foot to spread my legs.

I bared myself before him, utterly graphic and bold.

“Goddammit, woman, you’ll give me another fucking heart attack.” Sully reached for me, but I snagged his wrist and guided his hand toward me.

I rubbed his fingers through the lust dampening my inner thighs, then with our stare locked together, I inserted his fingers inside me.

He wasn’t prepared for what happened.

Neither was I.

The moment his fingers penetrated my pussy, I ignited and shattered in sparks. The magic in my blood, that he’d coded and created, exploded outward in golden bolts. My insides rippled around his intrusion, my back bowed, my mouth opened, and I came apart as a woman and as his so-called witch.

The ballroom filled with magic. Blinding and binding, skipping through the air with chemistry. More golden sorcery siphoned around us as I came harder, deeper. A womb-deep clench that left me gasping for air as I slumped on Sully’s hand.

Oxygen didn’t find me but Sully’s tongue did.

His mouth crashed onto mine. His lips claiming me, his teeth sinking into me, his tongue plunging in time with his fingers. He kissed me like an animal who’d reached the end of his rope. The chain that’d been lashed around his throat since he was born fell away.

Snarling into my mouth, he gathered me off the floor and twisted me onto all fours.

His hand locked into my hair, cricking my neck to continue kissing me while he rose behind me and mounted.

He penetrated and took.

He fucked me like he had as the caveman.

Fierce and brutal, punishingly swift and sure.

“Take me, Jinx. Goddammit, take it all.”

His impalement shoved me forward but his fingers around my hips brought me back. His balls slapped against my clit, and whatever drug we’d dabbled in flared and ignited.

“Fuck, Eleanor.” He rode me. Hard. Fast. “Fuck!”

The noises of his flesh hitting mine filled the cotton-cloud ballroom. He plastered himself over my back, laying kiss after kiss along my nape, spine, and shoulders.

I cried out and gave him everything I was.

There was nothing to hide anymore. No secret I had to swallow or quirk I had to mask. This man knew everything, and he loved every part.

He loved me when I was human.

He loved me when I was immortal.

He loved me past beauty, past pleasure, and pain.

He loved me as I loved him.

For his soul.

The part of him no one else had touched, and the part that I would shield every day for the rest of my life.

My knees bruised as he took me like a primitive beast.

His grunts sent shivers down my spine.

His pawing made wetness slick around his cock.

But it was his voice that made me come for the second time.

“You are—”

Thrust.

“—everything.”

My detonation triggered his and he pounded into me, not being gentle, being downright mean as he fed me the gushes of his release. His fingernails dug into my flesh, leaving marks. His cum branded deep within me, so I knew exactly who I belonged to, and we rode an identical high, glowing with the same electrical alchemy that existed whenever we touched.

Hoarse and panting hard, Sully slowly stopped thrusting, locking his cock inside me. He didn’t go soft. He didn’t fall to the side thanks to weeks of unconsciousness and so many broken bones. He was too stubborn for that. Too wrapped up in me, his wife.

Biting my shoulder, he twisted me until I was on my back. My legs spread and his cock still impaled inside me. “Now that we’ve got the initial intensity out of the way, it’s time I worshipped every part of you, don’t you agree?” He drank in my nakedness. “I particularly feel like watching you come with your legs around your ears.” Grabbing my calves, he rolled me up my spine until my legs bent and my knees pressed against my cheeks.

He looked down where we were joined. “Now that’s a view, my kinky wife.”

The girl who’d been sold to him would’ve blushed and tried to hide.

The woman who’d married him bared her teeth and murmured, “Go ahead, husband, make me come again. But after that, it’s my turn.”

He laughed.

A perfect brilliant sound that I would never get tired of hearing. Bending over me, he thrust deep and kissed me.

He kissed with a sweeping tongue and sinful taste as he began to ride and murmured, “We have the rest of our lives, Eleanor Sinclair. And I intend to pleasure you every moment of it.”